Acquiring Trouble

And why should he go whining to a t herapist when so many other soldiers didn’t make it out alive? Miles shook his head. He was just an ungrateful bastard. No the rapist needed to tell him that.
    “Look, just think about it.” Cade waited until Miles nodded before he continued. “There’s something else. Annie and I have been talking and we want you to be Sophie’s godfather. Would you do that for us?”
    Miles was shocked. It wasn’t that he dis like d babies, but most people thought him too serious to take care of a child. “Me? Are you sure?”
    “Yes, you. You protected me with your life. I know you’ d do the same for my child.”
    “I’d be hon ored to,” Miles said sincerely.
    “Then I’ll let you get some sleep. Annie will be thrilled to know yo u said yes. Good night, Miles.”
    Miles watched his brother climb into his Highlander and drive off. A godfather. He could do that. Deep down he loved babies. He took care of all his siblings after all. At the thought of babies, he ignored the pull at his heart. Miles knew he’d never have one of his own. No one would want to marry someone with so much dangerous baggage attached. So, it was up to him to be the best godfather possible. 

 
Chapter Fourteen
     
    Morgan stepped off the plane with her carry - on and walked through the crowded terminal at the Ronald Reagan International Airport. She glanced at her watch. I f everything went as planned she’d meet with David and be on the red - eye back to Lexington within hours. No one in Kentucky would even know she was gone.
    After the incident s at the farms she had visited she knew more drastic measures were needed. Morgan had called her boss and David had instantly asked if any thing eventful had been going on. She knew he had already heard the news about what had happened to the farmers. Morgan told him she wanted to talk to him about it in person and David had insisted she fly out immediately.
    Morgan looked aro und and saw the black stretch limousine with her name on it. She allowed the driver to open the door as she slid into its luxury. Morgan looked out the window as the y passed the national monuments and headed for the Capitol Hill district. David’s office was in an old townho use on the edge of the Hill in a residential neighborhood.
    The old townho use came into sight sooner than Morgan would’ve liked. She had been trying to think of her plan, but instead found herself thinking of Miles. Would he ever be able to understand what she had done … even if it was inadvertently? 
     
    David Washington was waiting at the front door for her. He was slightly older than Miles, forty-two years compared to thirty-six . Unlike Miles he was a short and squatty man who lived on the power he had gained over the years. His light brown hair was thinning and his round face was highlighted by his squar e black - framed reading glasses .
    “Welcome back home, Miss Hamilton. We’re the last ones left so I want to lock up if you don’t mind. We don’t want any interruptions.” David reached around her and flipped the deadbolt on the door. “Let’s go to my office.”
    Morgan followed David through the reception room and up the creaking staircase to the offices upstairs. She passed her office and looked at the closed door. She’d only been away for a month and yet it felt like forever. They walked down the Persian carpet runner to the large office suit e in the ba ck of the building.
    David held the door open and Morgan walked through. A couch and matching accent chairs sat to the far left of the room with a shining wood table between them. Stacks of paper were piled on David’s desk that sat slightly in front of large windows reaching almost to the ceiling.
    “So, you said it’s been event ful in Podunk. What’s happening? ”
    “I think we both know what’s been happening.” Morgan smiled sweetly and cocked her head. She looked David in the eye and ran her tongue over her bottom lip, “And I think it’s working.”
    “What has been working? Are you trying a new tactic?” David asked with a blank face.
    “Not me, but you. I think scaring those farmers is a good start, but they need a final push to agree to sign with me. I’m getting a feel for the town and how they are reacting to your latest efforts. I can let you know if it’s worked and give you some ideas of my own next week.” Morgan crossed her legs and sat back in the chair.
    “I never said I did anything, Miss Hamilton.