Oh, I've got another hour until rehearsal. Yay! One more chapter then!

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"Wake up, love." Jack's voice slipped into Morgan's slumber.

She opened her eyes and stared up at him, smiling. "What time is it?" She yawned.

He stroked her cheek gently. "Past midnight."

Their hands grasped each other tenderly. "Jack," Morgan stifled a yawn. "What are you doing waking me at this hour?"
He smiled. "Young Mr. Turner has docked himself in port. I though you might want to say goodbye."

She climbed out of bead wearily. He took her in his arms and kissed her spontaneously, but she pulled away. "Lets go, Jack."

He stared at her a moment. "Is something wrong, luv?"

Morgan paused, wondering if she should tell him about how much his fencing with Meryl bothered him. She knew it seemed insane, but it drove her mad with jealousy. It was almost as if the time he spent in sport with Meryl was more desirable to him than making love to Morgan, something she missed dearly.

She turned and smiled at him coolly. "Nothings wrong. Nothing at all."

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