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with
interest. “Your friend arrives today? The one with the masculine name?”
    “Yeah.” She turned back to him, her
earlier tension forgotten. “Dale. Chance offered to pick her up.”
    “Be careful of your ears.” Adrian smiled
at his own joke but Chance looked confused.
    Morgan jumped in to save him. “I was
telling Adrian how Dale reacts when people comment on her name.”
    He reared back, miming fear. “Am I in
danger of losing my ears?”
    Morgan laughed. “No. Just don’t mention
that Dale is a man’s name and you’ll be fine.”
    “What about your name?” Chance took a
sip of coffee. “That’s about as masculine as you can get.”
    “Ya.” Adrian cupped his mug and Morgan
stared at his hands. They were large and competent-looking; she had the sudden
feeling that she would be safe in those hands. She shook off the thought as he
continued speaking. “You said you’d tell me about it.”
    She looked at him, then back at Chance.
“It’s not much of a story, really. It’s something we argue about in our house
every year when my birthday comes around.”
    “Say no more. Say no more.” Chance
seemed pleased with himself. “Her father has a car dealership,” he said to
Adrian. “I’ll bet the argument is whether he named you after the Morgan.”
    Adrian looked confused.
    “It’s a classic old car. A sports car.”
He grinned at her. “Am I right? You’re convinced that your Dad named you after
the classic Morgan and he denies it.”
    “Something like that.”
    “Why do you care? It’s a wonderful
name.”
    “Okay, I admit. I don’t mind it now, but
when I was young it wasn’t so funny.”
    He sobered. “I can imagine. Hey,
thanks,” he said as his hamburger arrived. He took a big bite. “So what does
she look like? How will I recognize her?”
    Morgan leveled a look at him. “Why do
you want to do this? Really?”
    Chance swallowed and turned to face her.
“Because she sounds interesting. She sounds real, and that appeals to me.” He
lowered his voice. “Look around. These women are snow bunnies, and to be
perfectly honest, I’m tired of them.”
    Morgan hadn’t expected such a heartfelt
answer. Her respect for Chance went up a notch or two. “The day we met, she
called me a stuck-up bitch.”
    Chance swallowed. “An interesting
start.”
    “I probably deserved it. Mom used to
make sure I had all the latest fashions, even when I was young.” Her eyes took
on a distant look. “And Dale was on the opposite end of the spectrum. I guess
that’s why we became such good friends. You know, opposites and all that.”
    Chance was listening carefully. “She had
a tough upbringing, huh?”
    Morgan gave her head a quick shake. “I
told you yesterday, it’s her story to tell. But to answer your question about
recognizing her, she’s almost as tall as you; she’s thin and athletic, and she
has short dark brown hair. You’ll recognize her by the chip on her shoulder.”
    Chance froze, his burger halfway to his
mouth. “Still?”
    She nodded. “Sometimes.” She laid a hand
on his arm. “Don’t expect too much, okay? And for goodness sake, don’t let on
we talked about her.” She went back to her soup, watching Chance out of the
corner of her eye. How had he managed to get her to divulge so much
information? Especially when she considered how closed up Dale was.
    Because of that face , she answered
herself. He’s got such a nice, honest face. God, I hope he doesn’t break her
heart.
    * * *
    Dale stepped off the bus and stood aside
to stretch. It had been a long day, starting with Morgan’s mom driving her to the
airport. Eager to get going, she’d left Banff last night and stayed overnight
in her old room. Cynthia Dempsey had kept it much the same as when she and
Morgan shared it all those years ago.
    At the airport, Morgan’s mom had
insisted on walking with her as far as security. Dale recalled her words. “Have
a good time,” she’d said, concern evident in her