Morgan had become concerned, of late, about Alex. He’d had something on his mind, and it seemed like the more she thought they were getting close—the more he’d pull away. Frustrated, she tried to put it from her mind. But she couldn’t help it. She needed to figure out what bothered him. She needed for him to talk to her—but she didn’t know how to get him to do that.
She knew what that probably meant—and she didn’t like it. Only one thing could cause him to drift away from her—and if that were true—then she also knew what had been distracting him.
Distractions like that usually meant secrets. And Morgan didn’t like secrets. They usually meant they had skeletons hidden in their closet—they were fighting to keep hidden.
She didn’t know what she would do—if she found out that Alex had been keeping something from her.