She
giggled. "I was first attracted by your ability to catch me when
I fell. That was an impressive feat. But what made me really
attracted to you?" She thought for almost a full minute. "It's
hard to put into words. I think it was the music. You have such
passion in your soul, and it comes out in your music. Your song—it
was so incredible! I thought any man who had such deep emotions,
might find room for me in his life."
Morgan
couldn't look her in the eyes. He felt tears welling , and he was
embarrassed. Even though he knew Tanya would not think less of him,
he couldn't do it. Vanessa was too fresh in his mind. She would have
belittled him. Why had he stayed so long with her? He had no idea,
unless it was a feeling of obligation, that he owed it to her. In a
sudden wave of understanding, he looked up into Tanya's eyes.
"That's
it! That's why I stayed with her. She always said to me, Morgan,
you owe me, and I thought I did! I still can't remember why I got
involved with her in the first place. I must have been out of my
mind! Or really blind ass drunk...."
Tanya
kissed him gently, holding his face with both hands. "Well, I
know I'm out of my mind, because I'm crazy about you. Does that make
us both insane? If so, get me a straight jacket and lead me to a
padded cell."
"Would
you settle for a back massage and a kinky round water bed?"
Giggling,
Tanya ran toward the stairs, sliding to a halt at the base. "I'll
race you!" She said challengingly. "Last one upstairs has
to be on the bottom!"
Morgan
dashed toward her, hands out to grab her. "I'll get you, my
pretty!"
Tanya
made it to the bed half a second before he did. He conceded her win,
paying the price willingly.
The
days Tanya and Morgan spent together blended into happy
companionship. Sometimes they stayed at her house, sometimes at his.
Never had Tanya been so happy. For the first time in her life, she
felt fulfilled both as a doctor and as a woman. She was learning the
challenges of balancing love and work, finding she enjoyed it.
Morgan
wondered how he could ever have wasted so many years with Vanessa.
After his sudden realization about why he'd stayed with her, he
started to remember all the things his family had tried to tell him
time after time. He'd been so blinded by obligation, and what he
thought was love, that he'd not seen the most obvious thing in the
world. Vanessa wanted the relationship to continue, because he was
well to do and secure. She benefited nicely being the girlfriend of
an up and coming surgeon. Obviously she'd hoped to be the wife of
aforementioned surgeon, but since Morgan had never seen their
relationship heading toward marriage, she left him to try for greener
pastures.
Filing
for palimony was the first step in obtaining what she thought she
deserved, a slice of his money. When it became apparent that she
wasn't going to get anything that way, she filed another suit,
demanding royalties from Morgan's song. For some stupid reason, the
lawsuit had actually gotten to court, despite the assurances by
Morgan's lawyer. The judge was known to be sympathetic to
ex-girlfriends of wealthy men, so there was no telling which way the
case would go. They would have to wait and see.
"Court
date is next week," Morgan sighed. "Steph says she thinks,
after a more thorough review, the judge will throw it out. We may
actually have to go to court." He sighed heavily, leaning back
in his chair, an ice pack on his forehead.
"It
will work out," Tanya told him. "She hasn't really got a
legal leg to stand on."
"That's
what Steph says, but if Judge Morse sides with her, there's nothing I
can do."
"We'll
take that if it comes," Tanya told him. "Lean forward and
take off your shirt." She pushed him over, so his forearms
rested on the table top.
"Down
here? Everyone can see in the kitchen. You need drapes in here."
"Shut
up and take off your shirt. Just the shirt," she reminded him.
Morgan
sat with his head on the table as she got some body oil out of the
bathroom cabinet.
"I
don't have any massage oil, but this will do. I'm going to rub some
of those kinks out. You're under doctor's orders. No more worry. You
need to relax."
"I
don't need you to rub my back, Tanya. I need you to rub the rest of
me." He grabbed playfully at her.
"Yes,
after I've gotten some of the knots out. You're so tight, if we make
love right now, you'll pull a muscle."
He
chuckled, taking off his shirt obediently. He had to admit she
probably had a point. His skin felt like sandpaper was rubbing him
from the inside. Every nerve jangled unpleasantly, threatening to set
off a cacophony of discord.
"All
right, Doc, work your magic," he sighed, relaxing as much as he
could.
"Just
try not to think about anything," she suggested.
"Shall
I feel at one with the table?" His chuckle was muffled.
"If
you like. However, you might find being stiff as a board, a little
inconvenient."
"Only
part of me needs to be stiff," he teased, making a grab for her.
Tanya
smacked him playfully on the shoulder. "Stop that. You're
supposed to be thinking of nothing."
"With
your hands on me, there's only one thing I think of, but we can't do
that here with no drapes on the windows." Laying his head on one
arm, he let his other hand travel behind him and fondle her leg as
she rubbed his back.
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