Page 118

Yet Chloë had thought. She couldn’t deny it. Her mind had gone there. Worse, she realized that Morgan now knew it. But Chloë was prepared for a battle. She wanted and needed to hear from Morgan that the drink with Clint was completely innocuous, and if Morgan was going to be upset and angry about that, then that was her problem.

But Morgan did something surprising. She started laughing.

“Oh my god, sweetie,” she said after gaining control of herself. “Here, sit down.” And without giving Chloë a chance to protest, she directed her to one of the chairs around the dining table and made her take a seat before pulling out a chair for herself and sitting right in front of her. She took Chloë’s hands in both of hers.

“Sorry for laughing,” Morgan began, “but I just found it funny that I accidentally see you with another woman and think the worst and then you accidentally see me with a man and you start thinking the worst.”

Chloë blushed.

“I wasn’t thinking—”

“Sweetie, it’s perfectly natural. But I assure you that I would never do that to you, okay? I am in love with you. I am in love with us. I would never do anything that would jeopardize that.”

Chloë felt her heartrate returning to normal.

“Clint and I just had one drink, that’s all. I spent most of the time telling him about you and this wonderful change in my life.”

“You did?”

“Yes, sweetie, I did. And you know what? He couldn’t be happier. I really want you to meet him one day because he is truly the most genuine and likable man I know other than my father.”

“I’m sorry I thought the worst,” Chloë said. She swallowed, realizing that she should say more in the interest of being completely honest. “I thought the worst because I’ve never been in this situation before; you know, being with a woman who used to only date men. When I saw you and Clint I…” She swallowed again. This was hard. “I was afraid you missed being with men and needed to get some…male action on the side.”

Morgan burst out laughing again, squeezing Chloë’s hands.

“Sorry,” Morgan apologized again. “Anyway, that is so not how I feel! In fact, Miss Marchand, I told Clint that I think I’m done with men. Like, full stop.”

Chloë’s eyes widened.

“But, can you actually say that?” she asked softly.

Morgan nodded.

“I can. I can because my heart tells me I can. Besides, I don’t want another man or another woman. I only want what’s in front of me right now.”

At that, Chloë couldn’t help herself, she pounced off her seat and straddled Morgan on hers, locking her arms behind Morgan’s head. She looked down into Morgan’s eyes a second before bringing her lips to her girlfriend’s for a deep and hungry kiss, their tongues immediately sliding together.

“I love you so much, Miss Banks,” Chloë said when they came up for air.

“And I love you so much, Miss Marchand,” Morgan replied. “Now, before I blow out these candles and do unspeakable things to you on this table, why don’t you tell me what you did today.”

“Oh, nothing, really. Sienna came over to my place and we watched Frozen and then—”

“You know, I’ve never seen that movie.”

Chloë blinked. She couldn’t have heard what she thought she heard.

“Dude, how is that possible?” she asked. “Were you in a coma?”

Morgan shrugged.

“Just never got around to it, I guess.”

“We have to fix that.”

But Morgan shook her head.

“No. Actually, I like the fact that I’m apparently the only First World citizen who has never seen it. It gives me a certain je ne sais quoi that I enjoy having. When I tell people I’ve never seen Frozen they’re amazed and suddenly I’m the most interesting person in the room.”