of the extra special abilities that the other women had. She'd been amazed at his seemingly easy acceptance of the fact that his boss could read his mind. Morgan wondered if he would be as accepting if he knew that the person he wanted to date had more power than the lot of them combined.
I should ask her to dinner. Maybe this time she'll say yes, Patrick thought. Morgan grimaced and slammed down the walls in her mind. She wasn't as strong as Cait was with reading minds but a stray thought slipped through now and then.
Morgan wasn't sure if she was ready to go to dinner with Patrick. After a long day on the boat, she just wanted to go home, shower, and curl up with a book. Morgan valued her space and, unknown to anyone else, she was slowly studying used business books that she purchased when she could afford them. If she was going to take on this job at Aislinn's, Morgan was determined to make it a success.
"I can't wait to get home and put my feet up, it's sure been a long day," Morgan said quickly, hoping to stop Patrick in his tracks.
A quick flicker of disappointment crossed Patrick's face and then his friendly smile returned.
"What time are you on the water in the morning?"
"Typically we are out there by five in the morning," Morgan said and then laughed when Patrick gave a dramatic shudder. "Not all of us can stay up all night drinking pints with the locals," she joked.
"It's more than that," Patrick said stiffly and Morgan immediately felt bad.
"I was just joking," she said as they reached the back door of Flynn's restaurant.
"Aye, I know. Alright then, enjoy your early night," Patrick said and patted her shoulder gently before walking away. She watched him move with an easy grace that she envied. People shouted greetings to him as he walked towards the pub and he'd wave a hand or shout back. Everyone knew and loved Patrick.
Nobody knew her.
It was enough to have her turn away and smile distractedly at Flynn's chef as he came to the back door. It would be wise of her not to forget that Patrick was the town's golden boy and she was still a mysterious outcast. It was better for her not to get too close to him.
She'd learned long ago that forming bonds brought questions.
And Morgan wasn't prepared to answer any of them.
"Day's catch," Morgan said with a smile and the chef nodded and scooped the buckets from the stoop. A waft of air filled with the tantalizing smell of butter and garlic caused her stomach to growl and she wished that she could afford to eat at Flynn's restaurant.
Instead, Morgan tucked her hair behind her shoulder and headed for her little apartment, keeping her head down to avoid meeting the eyes of people on the street.
Chapter Three
Patrick watched Morgan scurry up the road like a frightened mouse, her shoulders hunched and her eyes on the street in front of her. She missed the appreciative male gazes that lit upon her as well as the friendly smiles of the locals. The message was loud and clear – leave me alone.
He sighed and reached up to massage a knot in his neck. Ever since Morgan had come to town, Patrick had eyes for no other. There was just something about her that had hooked him immediately. The most obvious fact being that she was mind-numbingly gorgeous. Her slim body with moody eyes the color of the sea after a storm coupled with her shy demeanor made him want to dig beneath the surface to find out more about her.
And hadn't that gone well the last time he had tried?
Patrick groaned and made his way towards the pub as he flashed back to that night in Aislinn's courtyard when he had helped Morgan to carry some driftwood pieces to the gallery. The sun had been setting and it had cast a warm glow over her smooth skin, lighting up her eyes and drawing his gaze to her full lips. He'd felt compelled to lean down to kiss her.
He'd all but had a heart attack when she had screamed like he was hurting her. Patrick had jumped back, thinking
I should ask her to dinner. Maybe this time she'll say yes, Patrick thought. Morgan grimaced and slammed down the walls in her mind. She wasn't as strong as Cait was with reading minds but a stray thought slipped through now and then.
Morgan wasn't sure if she was ready to go to dinner with Patrick. After a long day on the boat, she just wanted to go home, shower, and curl up with a book. Morgan valued her space and, unknown to anyone else, she was slowly studying used business books that she purchased when she could afford them. If she was going to take on this job at Aislinn's, Morgan was determined to make it a success.
"I can't wait to get home and put my feet up, it's sure been a long day," Morgan said quickly, hoping to stop Patrick in his tracks.
A quick flicker of disappointment crossed Patrick's face and then his friendly smile returned.
"What time are you on the water in the morning?"
"Typically we are out there by five in the morning," Morgan said and then laughed when Patrick gave a dramatic shudder. "Not all of us can stay up all night drinking pints with the locals," she joked.
"It's more than that," Patrick said stiffly and Morgan immediately felt bad.
"I was just joking," she said as they reached the back door of Flynn's restaurant.
"Aye, I know. Alright then, enjoy your early night," Patrick said and patted her shoulder gently before walking away. She watched him move with an easy grace that she envied. People shouted greetings to him as he walked towards the pub and he'd wave a hand or shout back. Everyone knew and loved Patrick.
Nobody knew her.
It was enough to have her turn away and smile distractedly at Flynn's chef as he came to the back door. It would be wise of her not to forget that Patrick was the town's golden boy and she was still a mysterious outcast. It was better for her not to get too close to him.
She'd learned long ago that forming bonds brought questions.
And Morgan wasn't prepared to answer any of them.
"Day's catch," Morgan said with a smile and the chef nodded and scooped the buckets from the stoop. A waft of air filled with the tantalizing smell of butter and garlic caused her stomach to growl and she wished that she could afford to eat at Flynn's restaurant.
Instead, Morgan tucked her hair behind her shoulder and headed for her little apartment, keeping her head down to avoid meeting the eyes of people on the street.
Chapter Three
Patrick watched Morgan scurry up the road like a frightened mouse, her shoulders hunched and her eyes on the street in front of her. She missed the appreciative male gazes that lit upon her as well as the friendly smiles of the locals. The message was loud and clear – leave me alone.
He sighed and reached up to massage a knot in his neck. Ever since Morgan had come to town, Patrick had eyes for no other. There was just something about her that had hooked him immediately. The most obvious fact being that she was mind-numbingly gorgeous. Her slim body with moody eyes the color of the sea after a storm coupled with her shy demeanor made him want to dig beneath the surface to find out more about her.
And hadn't that gone well the last time he had tried?
Patrick groaned and made his way towards the pub as he flashed back to that night in Aislinn's courtyard when he had helped Morgan to carry some driftwood pieces to the gallery. The sun had been setting and it had cast a warm glow over her smooth skin, lighting up her eyes and drawing his gaze to her full lips. He'd felt compelled to lean down to kiss her.
He'd all but had a heart attack when she had screamed like he was hurting her. Patrick had jumped back, thinking
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