Morgan Joyce looked at the text message from Mr. Lorell on his screen and shook his head with a silent, amused laugh. "I didn't expect that guy to be so... considerate."
"See? That's why you have to give him a raise."
Morgan Joyce nodded with mock seriousness. His thumb and forefinger gently cradled her chin as he placed a light kiss on her lips. "Did you just say you love me even more now?"
"Compared to how much you love me, maybe it's a little less, but I already love you very, very much."
The affectionate, charming look in Morgan Joyce's eyes intensified, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to say things like that?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself... and I'll have to take you."
In an instant, Hannah Hale's face, and even the tips of her ears, flushed hot as if she'd been dipped in boiling water. She wanted to avoid his fiery gaze, but he still held her chin, and she couldn't move at all.
