Acquiring Trouble

in jail. They probably just hoped she'd never come back, but trouble had just returned to Keeneston.
    She opened the screen door and then pushed open the door. The smells that wafted over her were delicious, but it was the silence that caught her attention. She looked around and noticed some familiar faces. The Rose sisters looked exactly the same. John had gotten rounder and Noodle had turned into a man —a nervous man at that. Morgan removed her sunglasses and smiled at the roomful of people. T he smile didn't reach her eyes.
    Morgan watched as Pam approached her. Pam had aged. Her dirty blonde hair had turned brown. She looked so much older. Morgan supposed the same went for her, but at least she hadn't turned into someone resembling a stick-in-the- mud like Pam had.
    "Hello, M organ," Pam said as she stepped in front of Morgan.
    "Hello, sis."

 
Chapter Five
     
    Morgan looked into the blue eyes of the sister she hadn't seen in seventeen years. Morgan hadn't returned for her wedding thirteen years ago. It was the one time she had called home randomly . Her mother answered and let it slip that Pam was getting married. The phone was snatched away by her father who told her in no uncertain terms that she was not to return home and ruin her sister's day. No one wanted her there to put a dark stain on Perfect Pam's perfect day.
    They didn't have to say it, she knew why. They were afraid she'd steal the groom away like they thought she di d with Pam's last boyfriend. In fact Morgan had heard from Whitney about Pam's two boys. Apparently they had made too much noise at the c afé after a soccer game one night. Whitney bitched about it at the ne xt meeting. All the society mom s nodded and talked about how ha rd it was to find a good nanny.
    "What are you doing here?" Pam asked in a cold tone she inherited from their father. Morgan was actually surprised Pam would even acknowledge her.
    "Don't worry, I won't intrude on your town for long. But you better lock up your husbands and boyfriends just to be safe." Morgan smirked and held some dark satisfaction when Pam's face paled.
    "I'll ask again," Pam said in what Morgan could only describe as a Mom voice, "what are you doing here?"
    "I'm in town for business and to have some pecan pancakes." She looked at Miss Violet who only grunted in acknowledgment of the breakfast order, but refused to move from her spot behind the counter.
    Morgan turned when the front door flew open and hit the wall. Miss Lil y s tumbled through the door with her white hair on end and her broom in her hand. She looked around and then went to stand by Miss Daisy.
    Pam turned back to Morgan and looked her over. "What kind of business are you in?"
    "Yea, it must be good if that's your car." Daisy nodded out the window to the Mercedes.
    "Yes. It is. I' m Director of Mergers and Acquisitions at Top Produce rs in Washington DC ," she said with pride. They were all looking at her with interest now. The bad girl had gone corporate instead of to prison.
    "What does that have to do with Keeneston?" Pam asked accusingly.
    "I believe she's here to see me. Isn't that right Miss Hamilton?" Miles stood from his seat in the back of the room and buttoned his dark gray suit coat.
    Morgan was momentarily stunned. He had grown another inch at least. His body had filled out and matured even more. His shoulders were wide and thick. His eyes were a dark hazel and no longer held the spark of innocence and youth. He was handsome as sin and Morgan couldn't help but remember the kiss. Her eyes went to his lips and then dropped lower. My, oh my, had he grown up good.
    "That's right Mr. Davies." Morgan smiled seductively and sauntered to the table as the whispers rose around her. She heard the words Stacy, breakup , and water tower as she stopped in front of him and smiled.
     
    Miles had been trying to eat his country ham and cheese grits when all hell erupted in the c afé. He didn't need to get up and look out the window with the rest. He knew why Morgan was here and what she wanted. She had completed the investigation and found out just how strong his company was and wanted it. What he wasn't expecting wa s what he felt when he saw her.
    She was no longer the chubby girl hiding behind baggy clothes, although she still had a penchant for dressing in black. But the black suit she was wearing accented all her curves , and boy were they some curves. Her breasts were supple. T he purple silk shirt clung to their roundness and