I'll Never Let You Go (Morgans of Nashville) Read Online Free PDF Page B

burned, the body unrecognizable. The authorities had shipped the body and his belongings back to Nashville, and his grandmother had seen to his burial. She hadn’t attended the funeral, and had only visited the gravesite once before she’d left for Knoxville. That was to confirm the bastard was in his grave.
    The front door opened to herald a few more laughing couples. No Alex.
    Still time to leave , fear coaxed.
    No , she insisted, time to stay . Turning from the cold blast of air, she embraced the warmth, the music, the laughter, and that before Leah, who might have been a bit naïve and trusting but who’d been fun. She’d had friends. No fears.
    Tonight, she clung to the memories of the before Leah and banished warnings and prophecies of doom.
    “It’s the deep end of the ocean, Leah,” she muttered. “Jump or dive?”
    A petite redhead, her hair pinned in a loose riot of curls around her face, cut straight through the crowd over to Leah. “Dr. Carson?”
    “Yes?”
    The woman had a wide, welcoming grin. “I heard my brother Alex invited you tonight. Welcome.”
    Leah searched her memory for the woman’s name, but it lingered out of reach. “Thanks.”
    Reading Leah’s questioning expression, the woman’s smile broadened. “Sorry. Right. Forgetting introductions. I’m Georgia Morgan. Youngest of the Morgan clan. My brother Rick speaks highly of you. Loves the way you take care of Tracker.”
    Tracker. The police canine boarding at her vet hospital. Her nerves relaxed. Dogs were safe, soothing territory. “He’s a great dog. We always like seeing him. Your brother Rick wasn’t happy about boarding him a few weeks ago.”
    “It’s the first time he’s ever boarded the dog. He and his wife are having a great time on their honeymoon, but Jenna knows the dog is not far from Rick’s mind.”
    Honeymoons meant happiness. New beginnings. Love. And on cue, she produced a practiced smile to hide the flicker of worry. “The dog is doing great.”
    “So I hear.”
    “Was it Rick’s idea to send Alex by every day to check on Tracker?”
    Agent Morgan had appeared every day and stayed long enough to take Tracker outside and then speak a few words to her. He always varied his arrival times, a disciple of ‘trust but verify.’
    Georgia laughed. “We Morgans keep an eye out for those we love.”
    Keep an eye out for those we love. The statement should have warmed her heart, but she filed the comment away under potential threat . “You’re close-knit.”
    “We are.” Glancing toward the bar, she waved toward the bartender, an older man who’d shaved his head bald, sported a thick, bushy mustache, and wore a full, bright Hawaiian shirt that draped a rounded belly.
    Leah followed Georgia’s gaze. “He looks annoyed.”
    “That’s KC. He owns the place, and he’s giving me the stink eye because I’m supposed to be on stage in thirty seconds.”
    She calculated the distance to the stage. “Thirty seconds. Cutting it close.”
    Strong fingers with neatly shorn nails waved breezily around Georgia’s head. “Well timed, I like to say.”
    Leah couldn’t help grinning. “Don’t let me hold you up.”
    “I hate to give people what they want right away.” She lingered, questions dancing in her gaze as she sized up Leah.
    “I understand you’re a very good singer. I work with a gal at the clinic who’s heard you sing a few times. I can’t wait to hear you.” A bubble of tension grew inside her.
    “Thanks. I like to rock the house.” She turned, and then paused, as if remembering. “Alex just texted me. He told me to tell you he’s running late.”
    “He could have texted me.”
    “Didn’t get your number. Has the vet number, but not your private cell.”
    “I must have forgotten to give it to him.”
    “He won’t be much longer. He’s sent me five texts in the last half hour, updating me on his status.” She leaned closer, as if they were conspirators. “He’s communicated more this