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was not an easy decision, because every muscle in his body seemed to be urging him outside into the forest.
    But the rational part of him had to agree with Morgan. Something bad might happen to him if he went out into the dark. He was sick and feared he might never make it back to her if he left, and he worried what would happen if she was alone.
     
    * * * *
     
    Morgan woke up late the next morning. She had not slept well the night before because she had been worried about Nathan.
    Those two cowboys had been completely out of line, but she had never seen Nathan respond so wildly to a provocation before. It was like the wild animal trapped inside him was finally let free.
    Morgan showered and then dressed in an old torn pair of jeans. Today she didn’t feel like wearing anything nicer. When she was in a down mood, her selection of wardrobe always suffered.
    She went out to the kitchen to make breakfast. Nathan was nowhere to be found, but she started breakfast for them anyway. She knew that if she didn’t make his meals, Nathan would probably forget to eat. But she didn’t mind. She loved Nathan and loved cooking for him.
    She knew exactly where she would find him, and she loaded up a tray of ham and eggs with coffee and orange juice and took it in to him.
    They lived in a large and modern single-floor ranch house Nathan had built for them. It was split in two wings, with their room down one hall and the guest rooms and Nathan’s office down the other.
    Nathan was in his office with the door shut, working diligently on a new software package one of his clients had paid him an obscene amount of money to debug.
    He didn’t glance up at her right away when she entered.
    “You’ve got to take time out to eat,” she told him as she sat the tray down on his desk.
    “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t even know you were awake yet. What time is it?”
    “Half the morning’s gone.”
    He gathered her in his arms and sat her down on his lap behind the desk. At first she didn’t really feel like going to him. She had made him a nice breakfast. What more did he want from her?
    “Still mad at me?” he asked.
    Morgan hesitated but shook her head. “No.” She sighed. “But I’m worried about you.”
    “I’ve already forgotten about last night.” A crooked grin spread his lips. “Except for the part where I brought you back here to bed.”
    “It’s not just last night. You’ve been acting strange now for a while. I want to help, but I don’t know what I can do.”
    “You’re doing everything for me.” He glanced over at the breakfast she had made him. “This looks great. Will you help me eat some of it?”
    Morgan nodded. “There’s enough there for two, considering your appetite hasn’t been any good lately, either. Maybe you’re getting tired of my cooking.”
    “Never,” he assured her, and Morgan knew it wasn’t her cooking. She didn’t really think it was anything to do with her. But she couldn’t understand why there was this growing distance between them.
    He began to spread jam on a piece of toast. When he was finished, he gently placed it against her lips. She opened her mouth and took a bite. He gave her a hug and kissed her cheek.
    “Do you think I take good care of you?” he asked her out of the blue.
    Morgan didn’t have to think twice. “You’re making a fortune with your own business. You built us this beautiful house. You’ve even given me time to start painting again since I don’t have to work now. You are taking the very best care of me—”
    “That’s not what I meant,” he interrupted her, but insisted on feeding her another bite of toast. “I’ve been selfish with you. I’ve locked you away out here in the middle of the mountains.”
    Morgan couldn’t understand what he was driving at. She didn’t like this conversation. She almost felt like Nathan was a stranger.
    “Why don’t we fly back to Chicago next weekend and visit some of our friends back there,” she