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pull away a few times but his grip would grow tighter.
    After yet another old friend piled into the already cramped booth, Morgan excused herself to go to the ladies room. She washed her hands twice, checked her phone messages, and contemplated calling Michelle. Finally she opted to sit at the bar. People were dancing, the music pounding, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Morgan ordered a beer but when she tried to pay the bartender leaned over and said, “Your husband has already taken care of it.”
    “Well, I can at least tip you.”
    The bartender refused, shaking his head.
    “That’s one of the perks of being Seth’s girl, you never have to pay for anything,” a voice said behind her.
    Morgan turned as a woman slid onto the stool next to her. She didn’t need anyone to tell her that was Penny. She had noticed the woman had been watching her and Seth from across the room for the last hour.
    Penny Winterbourne was a beautiful woman. She had long, flaming red hair tucked neatly under a cowboy hat. Her eyes were green, just like Seth’s, and she had a near perfect smile that revealed every straight tooth in her mouth. She was five foot six but the heel on her boots added another inch or so. Seth would have no trouble kissing her. Morgan wondered if it was a coincidence that Penny picked today to wear what were probably the tightest pants in her closet. Blue designer jeans gripped every curve and turn of the good doctor’s body and the blouse she wore tied at the midriff left little to the imagination.
    Morgan took a sip from her beer. “Sounds like you’ve had some experience.”
    “You could say that. I’m Penny Winterbourne.” She extended her hand. “I hear congratulations are in order.”
    Morgan shook her hand. “Morgan. I hear you’re still reaping the benefits by way of past association.”
    “So Seth told you about the clinic.” Penny flipped her hair over her shoulder.
    “The man is honest to a fault. That’s one of the things I love about him.”
    “He does have a way about him.” Penny let out an exaggerated sigh. “I can say I am surprised our Seth got married. He was dating glamorous models, partying all the time, and jet setting around the world. I thought for sure he’d be an eternal bachelor.”
    “Did you really? Beneath that confident, playboy exterior, I’ve found that our Seth is a nice guy who just wants someone to love him. Not all the things he can give them.”
    The crowd erupted in applause as Tate took the stage. Morgan could feel heat on her back and knew Seth was now standing behind her.
    “Hey, Blake, it’s good to see you.” Penny flashed a warm smile.
    “Good to see you too, Dr. Winterbourne. I see you’ve already met my wife, Morgan.”
    “Yes. Congratulations on your marriage. This is quite a surprise. When did you two get hitched?”
    “Three months, six days ago.” Morgan took a swig of her beer.
    “Wow. Why so secretive? I always imagined you’d have a big soiree at the ranch.”
    Seth took the bottle of beer out of Morgan’s hand and took a swig too. “I thought so too, but I enjoyed the privacy we had. It was just the two of us, standing on a cliff at sunset with a very eccentric minister. It was perfect.” Seth turned to Morgan. “Dance with me?”
    “I’m afraid I don’t know how.” Morgan held up her hands in defeat.
    “Just follow my lead.” Seth took her by the hand and led her onto the dance floor.
    Morgan remained rigid as Seth moved to the rhythm of Tate’s song. She didn’t want to feel the comforting warmth of his body right now, she wanted to get away and clear her head.
    Seth caressed her back and settled his hand on her butt. He tried to lift her chin with his other hand, but she tucked it to her chest to avoid looking at him. A loving, simple gesture turned into a contest of wills.
    “If you don’t relax, I’m going to pick you up and carry you out of here.”
    Morgan’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t