He was standing to leave.

"You really have a beautiful setting up here," he complimented her. "I can see why you've had so many people asking about it."

Morgan followed him to the door. "So," she started to say, then faltered again, conscious of a tingling in the pit of her stomach that hadn’t been there before his arrival.

"So?"

"So--uh, you're definitely interested?"

Mr. Wells prefaced his response with another one of those signature smiles. "What gave me away?"

"Well, it's definitely a wonderful place to spend the summer." You're repeating yourself, her conscience nagged her. Enough already.

"I look forward to finding that out," he said.

The front door was now open.

"So will anyone else be joining you?" Good grief, she thought. The words had come out sounding like a waiter.

He considered her question for a moment before replying in a voice that was uncompromising and yet oddly gentle. "Not this time," he replied.

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