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into the living room. Morgan opened the door, and Rachel stepped inside carrying a covered tray. “Just put it on the coffee table, Rachel,” Morgan said.
    Grace pulled the robe tighter around her. “I’m sorry we’re bothering you, Rachel.”
    Rachel smiled at her and placed the tray on the table and lifted the cover. A platter filled with strawberries, melon slices, grapes, and pineapple chunks sat beside a smaller platter that held assorted cubes of cheeses. “It’s no problem. I was still awake.” She looked at Morgan. “Will you be needing anything else, Mr. Moss?”
    Morgan brushed his hands down Rachel’s long, strawberry-blonde hair. “No, thank you. We’ll be fine the rest of the night.”
    Rachel nodded, smiled at Grace, then left through the door.
    The way Morgan caressed Rachel’s hair wasn’t lost on her. She sat down on the huge couch. “Tell me, Morgan, have you and Rachel been together?”
    Morgan joined her on the couch. “Depends on what you mean by ‘together.’” He chose a piece of cheese and popped it in his mouth.
    “I’m just trying to understand this whole situation,” Grace said, plucking a grape from the fruit platter. “Have you had sex with Rachel?”
    “Not yet but I will be remedying that soon.”
    She stopped chewing the grape. His answer had come so quickly and naturally she didn’t know what to think. “Am I in competition with the staff?”
    Morgan frowned. “I don’t understand what you mean.”
    “It’s just I’ve never been in a situation like this, and I don’t know if this is normal or if I’ve stumbled upon something that is so far out there I won’t be able to handle it.”
    Morgan lowered the hand that held a piece of cheese. “We’re fine, Grace. What we do, here and at the office, is only between us. I’m speaking for all the staff.” He took her hand in his. “If this is too much for you, I need to know now. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you to feel compromised in your beliefs either.”
    Grace felt so conflicted. On the one hand, she knew in her heart that even though she’d just met Morgan, she loved him and wanted to be with him. On the other hand, was this situation going to be too much for her to deal with in the long run? Thinking analytically, she was going to have to weigh the pros and cons. “Morgan,” she began, resting her hand on his leg, “I need you to understand something. I’m a small-town girl. This is all new to me. I need to think about what this sort of life is going to mean to me. Do you understand?”
    Morgan placed the piece of cheese he was holding on a napkin. “What are you telling me, Grace? Are you leaving?”
    She shook her head. “No, I’m not leaving.” She sighed. “I want you to know, I love you. I can feel it deep inside me that you are the man I want to be with for the rest of my life. It may sound silly, since we just met, but I’m the sort of person who knows when something is right. And you are right for me. I hope you feel the same way about me.”
    “Grace, I’ve been looking for you all my life.”
    “I remember, you said you were looking for a protégé. I thought that was for the law firm though.” Her heart was beginning to sink. Was that all she was to him?
    “That is not what I meant.” He stood, pacing to the other side of the room. When he turned back toward her, Grace now saw the formidable lawyer standing before her. His eyes blazed, his presence intimidating. Except to her.
    She stood, parking her hands on her hips. “Well then, what did you mean?”
    In two steps he was in front of her. Taking her by the shoulders, he focused on her eyes. “What I meant was, I have never found a woman more intriguing than you. One who could stand up to me one moment and the next, be putty in my hands. You are perfect for me, Grace. I want you to stay.”
    “What if I can’t handle this?”
    He smiled down at her and cupped her cheek in his hand. “I think you’re the kind