The House of Morgan Books 1-3

Vicki glanced in the direction he had stared. Peter saw clearly that she had understood as their brother approached.

"John, come here." Colt was half done with his dance with his mother. "Tell Peter you want to forget about the bet, so he can date Belle for real."

Peter’s jaw dropped. "Tell her what?"

"You can tell her that you like her." Vicki shrugged.

John crossed his arms. "Wait. What?"

Vicki nodded her head to get their brother to agree. "He likes her, only he's having a hard time because of the bet."

She had the tactics of their father too. Peter tugged on his ear and deliberately didn't glance at Belle for more than a second. Another man joined her at the table, and they all laughed at something she said.

John didn't notice anything and stared at him. "Are you sure? Or if we say to forget it, will he drop her off at the airport tomorrow and never see her again?"

That was an idea. Peter licked his lips. Belle might be better off without him, and she must have her price. He'd eventually see it. Either way, she deserved better than to be the subject of this bet nonsense. She'd hate him. His jaw was clenched, and he had a slight pain.

"I'll send the papers over in the morning to give Vicki ten percent of the stocks. I don't want to go near Belle again under false pretenses."

Vicki's hands went to her hips. "I won't accept. John, tell Peter to forget about the stupid bet and that he can date Belle."

Peter tugged his sister's hands to lower her stance. She was the bride.

John then nodded. "Of course. Peter, we wanted you with a good woman. We're happy for you. Bring her over to our house Christmas afternoon for lunch."

Now that the bet was over, his heart lifted in his chest. He swallowed and said, "I'll ask her. And thanks."

As he walked away, and his sister went to dance with her new husband, he stared at Belle. He hadn't intended to take her anywhere. The men around her all cleared a path for him.

Belle then grinned at Peter as he slumped into the seat beside her. He glanced at the other men, and they all took off. Belle's lips parted as she noticed, but then she stared at him.

She tilted her head and said, "You spent a lot of time with your family. Are you okay?"

The promise he had made swam in his head. He scooted his seat closer to her as he said, "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Brunch with you." She blinked but didn't move. "Plus my friend Em and I want to go shopping."

He unclenched his hands and brushed his arm against hers. Electricity surged in him. "John is having a Christmas party in the afternoon. I'd like you to be my date."

She covered her parted lips with her hand. "What about Em?"

Good. She must have agreed. Belle was impulsive. His heartbeat grew stronger.

"Is she single?"

Her gaze narrowed. "Yeah, why?"

There was nothing to worry about. He licked his lips. "There will be single men, most with wealth. I'll make sure she's introduced to everyone."

She crossed her arms and brushed against him. "Em's not interested in a man for his wallet size. She's like me."

Everyone has a price. The thought hit him hard, and he flinched. He hadn't quite figured Belle out yet. He cupped his chin and leaned closer. The smell of apples grew and wet his appetite.

"This is why I find you so attractive. You think everyone is good and kind."

She dropped her hands to her side, but didn't push him away. She swept a piece of hair behind her ear. "She's my friend. I know her."

He shrugged and leaned away from her. "Then you'll come and let her enjoy herself. If she hates all of them, we'll send her to a dive, and she can meet poor men to her heart's content."

His brother, John, and his wife, Alice, both flashed him the thumbs up sign. His skin heated as Alice said, "Bets are for children. I can't believe you'd do that John."

They began to weave through the crowd closer to them. He licked his lips. Belle might hate him if she found out, and he never should have made a bet about her price. He had to act fast.

He stood and held out his hand, "Does that mean you won't dance with me again?"

John and Alice were closer. His heartbeat grew erratic, but then Belle squeezed his arm as she stood. "Of course I will, but your sister is getting ready to throw the bouquet."

He turned and saw his sister motioning with the bouquet. "All the single ladies please step forward."

His hands brushed against her side as she walked away, he said, "Come back soon."

Belle hid her smile and walked into the crowd of women on the dance floor.

His brother and his wife were close. As he turned to sit, Jennifer bumped into him. He swallowed as she whispered in his ear, "Are you enjoying your little date?"

Again he glanced at Belle as she hung toward the back. She had no intention of catching the flowers. He inhaled, but her apple scent was quickly replaced with perfume.

He grimaced. "She's different than anyone I've ever met."

Jennifer practically purred like a cat as she stepped in front of him to block his view of Belle. "Peter, I was hoping, after all the hoopla is over that you might take me to Paris. We can get coffee in that café we liked."

Her hands pressed against his, but he pulled his hand away. "Jennifer, you have a boyfriend.”

“He’s not...”

No. He didn’t need to know. So he interrupted. “I am happy for you. You should go and catch the bouquet with the rest of them."

Thankfully his brother and Alice came. He instantly shook his brother's hand.

"Peter, what's happening?" John asked.

"Is she gone?" He mouthed to Alice. She nodded, and he took a deep breath. "She caught me by surprise."

Alice peeked around Peter and smiled. "Belle caught the bouquet."

"What?" He turned to see Belle. She stood there with her mouth open, and her skin was alabaster white.

"Belle's perfect. Go. Talk to you later."

He walked toward Belle, and then picked her up and spun her around. Belle pressed her head into his chest for a second, and the smell of apples came back. Her natural beauty outshone everyone here.

After everyone clapped for Belle, the music started again. Couples came forward to dance. He held out his hand and offered to dance with her. She held the bouquet in the hand she placed on his upper arm.

"The rest of the night, I'm all yours, Belle. All my duties are complete."

She averted her gaze and stared out at the ocean beyond the stone patio. He twirled her around, unsure what she thought.

Then she said, "As you were dancing, another senator slipped me his card and told me to fit him into my schedule once Congress is back in session."

She must be shy right now. He held her in the dance and spun her around. "That's great."

She swallowed. "Were you talking to Jennifer?"

Caught. He sucked in his breath at the question about his ex-girlfriend. "She came over."

Her big brown eyes then met his, and she never blinked. "And?"

He tightened his hands in the frame of the dance. "I told her I was happy with you."

With a lift of her chin, her gaze had the ability to silence a school boy or anyone that crossed her path. "That must have gone over like a bag of rocks."

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