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Chapter 2

The weeks till their day of departure to Florida passed quickly. Morgan tried not to focus too much on finding out whether Greg thought about her as just a friend or not as she figured she'd have plenty of time for that in Florida. Greg didn't make it easy for her, though: he kept teasing her about seeing her in her bathing suit and he wondered out loud if there would be a possibility to spend some time together, away from the rest of his family. Morgan tried not to think about it and finally joked back: "What about me seeing you in your swim shorts?"

To her surprise Greg immediately fell silent. She raised her eyebrows. "What? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, I, eh… I'm just not much of a swimmer," he quickly said before changing the subject: "What time should I pick you up tomorrow to go to the airport? Nine or so?"

"Nine is fine," she nodded, deciding not to comment on his quick change of subject. There probably was a reason for it and she was most likely to find out in Florida anyway.

The next day Greg picked up Morgan from her house at nine, as they had agreed upon. They drove to the airport talking about all kinds of things – old cases, the weather in Florida, Mickey Mouse – and continued this while they were waiting for their plane to board and during the flight.

When they had arrived at Orlando International Airport and picked up their luggage, Greg led the way over to the car rental desk.

"Yes, I have the reservation here, I'll need a copy of the driver's license – Greg Sanders," the girl behind the desk read from her computer screen. Greg, handing the girl his license, smiled at Morgan. "Guess my parents forgot to list you as a second driver…"

Morgan rolled her eyes. "And of course you had nothing to do with it!"

Greg looked at her with big, innocent eyes that made her melt on the inside. Before he could say anything, the girl handed him back his driver's license along with the instructions on where they could choose their car.

"I'll let you choose, okay?" Greg smiled at Morgan. She nudged him with her elbow. "If you think that's going to make me forgive you, you're wrong, Sanders!"

Greg held up a paper with driving instructions. "I'll also let you navigate…"

Morgan rolled her eyes again before smiling at him to let him know she didn't mind him teasing her.

She followed him over to the car rental parking lot, chose their car and waited for him to load their suitcases into the trunk. Giving him short, clear instructions she then led him away from the airport and to the address where his parents were staying.

"And then it's number 4641…" she said when she had reached the end of the page. Greg slowed the car down and parked it in front of a vacation home with number 4641 on the mailbox. "Are you sure you gave me the right directions?"

"What? You don't trust me to navigate either?" She raised her eyebrows. Greg gave her a reassuring smile. "Of course I trust you to navigate, it's just… Wow!"

They both got out of the car and looked at the beautiful villa they had parked in front of. Morgan shrugged her shoulders. "I guess your parents must have really saved up for this…"

"Yeah, definitely!" Greg shook his head, still amazed. "It kinda makes me feel really happy we decided not to lie…"

Morgan forced herself to smile. "Yeah, me too…"

Only it would have been so much better if they wouldn't have had to lie because their lie was actually the truth! What would it take to get him to admit he wanted her to be his girlfriend? Morgan didn't have time to think about it as the door of the villa opened.

"I knew I heard something!" A woman with blonde hair dressed in a summery shirt and shorts ran up to Greg. "Oh, there's my little Greggy!"

She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly. Obviously embarrassed by his mother's greeting Greg just padded her a little on the back. His mother took a small step back and looked at him. "Oh, my little boy, just look at you! And your hair, you look so grown up! Oh, my little Greggy!"

She hugged him again. Morgan tried to hide a smile as she saw Greg's face.

"Anna, give the boy some space to breathe!"

Morgan turned around and saw Greg's father walking towards his son. It wasn't hard to see where Greg had gotten his looks: he and his father both had the same sandy colored hair and the same brown eyes.

"Hello, son!" Greg's father greeted him, giving him a hug. "Good to see you!"

"Good to see you too, Dad!" Greg smiled at him.

"Did you have a good flight?" his father wanted to know, holding out his arm to stop his wife, who wanted to hug Greg again.

"Yeah, great," Greg nodded, quickly taking a step back as he had clearly noticed his mother's eagerness to hug him again as well. He turned around and smiled at Morgan. "Mum, Dad, I'd like you to meet Morgan Brody, a colleague of mine from Las Vegas and a really good friend."

Why did he put so much emphasis on the word 'really'? Morgan tried to push the thought out of her mind and smiled at Greg's parents. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Sanders."

"Oh, honey, don't be silly, just call me Anna!" Greg's mother said.

"O… oh!" Morgan had wanted to say 'okay', but she didn't get the chance as Greg's mother was already hugging her. Surprised, Morgan smiled a little at her.

"You can call me Nils," Greg's father said with a friendly smile, rescuing her from the tight hug Greg's mother was giving her. He held out his hand to shake hers. "It's very nice to meet you too, Morgan."

"Nice to meet you, Nils," Morgan smiled back at him. She already had the feeling she was going to like Greg's father, but she'd have to get used to Greg's enthusiastic mother!

"Come on, let's go inside, it'll be nice and cool there!" Greg's mother said, wrapping an arm around Morgan's shoulders and gently pulling her along towards the house. "The boys will get the luggage, don't you worry about that, honey! It's much too hot for us to do things like that, don't you agree?"

"Greg and I live in Vegas, we're kinda used to high temperatures," Morgan carefully said, hoping Greg's mother wouldn't take it the wrong way. To her relief, Anna laughed. "Oh, of course! Greggy's father and I live in San Gabriel, that's near Los Angeles, we have a lot of high temperatures there as well, but it's still different here, don't you think so?"

"Oh, well, eh, we only just got here, I haven't had much time yet to decide," Morgan stuttered, feeling a little insecure. Quickly changing the subject, she said: "Wow, this place is beautiful!"

"Yeah, Greggy's father and I wanted to do something really special for our anniversary," Anna said as she led Morgan to the living room in the middle of the house. "We have three bedrooms, each with their own bathroom, you and Greggy will have to choose which bedroom you'd like."

"What are the choices?"

Morgan turned around and saw Greg and his father had entered the house with the luggage. Greg was carrying her suitcase, so she quickly walked over to him and took it from him. He didn't even notice it as he was still looking at his mother.

"Well, your Daddy and I have the one on the right there, so you have two choices," Anna said. "There's one bedroom on the left with a bathroom attached to it and a door from the bathroom to the pool area, but there's two separate beds in it. The other bedroom is the one on the right there, which does have a double bed, but the bathroom entrance is not attached to the bedroom and the room is located at the front of the house, which means you'll be woken up early every day when they come to collect the trash."

Greg looked at Morgan. "I'll take that one then, I don't mind waking up early."

She grinned at him. "Just say you want that double bed all to yourself!"

He just grinned back at her as a response.

"Oh, I thought…"

They both turned around to look at Greg's mother. She looked a little confused. "I thought you two… Since you said a really good friend… I just assumed…"

That we were dating? Yeah, I wish, Morgan thought. From the corner of her eyes she could see Greg was blushing, even though he tried to hide it by looking at his suitcase.

"Anna, why don't we let these two unpack and settle in for a moment before they join us at the pool?" Nils suggested, breaking the awkward tension there suddenly was in the room. He looked at Morgan. "Do you need a hand with your suitcase?"

She smiled at him. "No, thanks, I'll be fine. Let's see, my room was over there, right?"

"I'll walk you to it," Greg's mother immediately said. Since it was only about ten feet to the bedroom Morgan didn't really think it was necessary, but she didn't say anything as she didn't want to offend Greg's mother.

On her way over to her room, she noticed some pictures that had been put on the shelf above the television.

"Wait, is that you, Greg?" Morgan suddenly realized. He tried to rush over to her, but his mother had already grabbed one of the picture frames. "Yes, I always take Greggy's pictures when I travel! Wasn't he just the cutest little baby?"

She held up the picture which was of Greg as a baby, just wearing diapers. In another photo he was about three years old and his face was covered in whipped cream from a birthday cake.

"Mum, I…" Greg started, but his mother had already grabbed another photo. "This was taken when he had won the Junior Science Fair at school. He was the youngest winner ever!"

Morgan tried really hard not to smile, but she didn't quite succeed. Only when she noticed how embarrassed, almost ashamed, Greg looked, her smile disappeared.

"I'll go unpack," she decided.

"Oh, sure, dear, if you need anything, just let me know!" Greg's mother said. "There's clean towels in the bathroom, if you need any more, just tell me, okay? We'll be out by the pool."

"Thank you, Mrs… eh… Anna," Morgan quickly nodded. She walked into her bedroom and closed the door behind her, letting out a deep sigh. Why hadn't Greg told her about his mother before? Probably because she would have decided not to come, she answered her own question. And by the look on Greg's face earlier he would have been really happy if she hadn't!

Suddenly she remembered something. She quickly grabbed her cellphone and found the message her mother had sent her just two weeks ago. Checking if it was safe first, she left her bedroom and went over to Greg's. She knocked on the closed door. "Greg? It's me, Morgan, can I come in?"

"Door's open!"

She opened the door and stepped into his bedroom, finding him sitting on his bed, staring at his still closed suitcase.

"Do you think you'll manage to unpack before we leave?" she joked. He looked up at her, clearly not in the mood to smile. She sat down next to him on the bed and showed him the message her mother had sent her. "Here."

Greg looked at the photo of a little girl with two little pigtails.

"I was about two there," she told him. "I just thought I'd show it to you just so we're even. You know, since I saw… those pictures of you…"

Greg smiled at the little girl in the photo for a moment before handing her cellphone back over to her. "Thanks. Although it's not nearly as embarrassing as that photo of me in a diaper!"

Morgan couldn't help but agree with him. To try and cheer him up, she said: "I guess it's different when you're a baby. Don't worry about it, I won't tell anyone what I saw, okay?"

"You'll probably just take a picture of it and use it back in Vegas to blackmail me," Greg murmured. Morgan pretended she was actually thinking about it. "Good idea…"

She avoided the pillow Greg threw at her and grinned. "Come on, just get changed and join me at the pool, okay?"

"I'll be right there," Greg promised her. Smiling, she left the room. She had a feeling that together they would get through this week with his mother!