Colour. Part 6

He was not a big fan of Morgan. When I mentioned that Morgan wanted to set me up with someone, his no was loud and forceful. I didn’t expect he would take the news that I went against his wishes well, but I had hoped he would be accepting.

“No,” I sighed. “We haven’t done anything, except kiss. It was amazing, by the way, but he said something about us possibly being disastrous.”

“Oh, shit. That means he’s got issues.”

“You think?”

Iggy aggressively cut into his waffles and nodded. “Think about it: what the hell does that even mean? Was he warning you or something? Why would a guy say that?”

“I have no idea. It’s bothering me, obviously, but I can’t let it get to me.”

He stopped cutting and examined me. “You really need the money that much, Jo?”

“You know I do. Desperately.” I sighed and drank some coffee. Iggy just looked at me, sympathy evident in his big brown eyes. “Don’t look at me like that, Ig. You know the situation. I have no other