They had been outside Bree's house for ten minutes and Morgan could not
build the courage to get out of the car. Suddenly she felt Liadan tapping
her, "I thought we were going to see your friends."
"We are," Morgan replied softly.
"Then why are you so frightened?" Liadan asked.
"Sometimes it is much harder to face friend than foe," Morgan explained. "I don't think I could handle them not supporting me."
"They will, trust me," Liadan said, climbing out of the car. She walked around to her side, and opened the door, "Morgan, but they had best hear of it from you. Last I checked, Killan was a social creature, even in this small town, and far too free with words."
Morgan nodded and forced herself to unbuckle her seatbelt and put her foot onto the pavement. Standing on the sidewalk, she paused again before a gently nudge started her walking.
Liadan saved her the trouble of ringing the doorbell, and it was Bree who came to the door of her expansive house.
Shrieking, Bree threw herself onto Morgan, hugging her tightly. "Where have you been?!"
"I think you best call Robbie before we get into this," Morgan said softly.
Blushing, Bree led them through the doorway, "There's no need. He is already here."
Morgan wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, "Really?"
Seeking to change the subject, Bree turned to Liadan, "Who's your friend?"
"Bree this is Liadan. Liadan this is Bree," Morgan introduced. "Everything else will take a bit longer to explain."
Bree nodded, "I'll get Robbie and then you can tell us why you haven't bothered telling us where you have been."
She gracefully ascended the stairs, disappearing out of sight for a moment. Not a minute later, Morgan heard two sets of feet coming down and fortified herself for the tale that had to be told.
"We are," Morgan replied softly.
"Then why are you so frightened?" Liadan asked.
"Sometimes it is much harder to face friend than foe," Morgan explained. "I don't think I could handle them not supporting me."
"They will, trust me," Liadan said, climbing out of the car. She walked around to her side, and opened the door, "Morgan, but they had best hear of it from you. Last I checked, Killan was a social creature, even in this small town, and far too free with words."
Morgan nodded and forced herself to unbuckle her seatbelt and put her foot onto the pavement. Standing on the sidewalk, she paused again before a gently nudge started her walking.
Liadan saved her the trouble of ringing the doorbell, and it was Bree who came to the door of her expansive house.
Shrieking, Bree threw herself onto Morgan, hugging her tightly. "Where have you been?!"
"I think you best call Robbie before we get into this," Morgan said softly.
Blushing, Bree led them through the doorway, "There's no need. He is already here."
Morgan wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, "Really?"
Seeking to change the subject, Bree turned to Liadan, "Who's your friend?"
"Bree this is Liadan. Liadan this is Bree," Morgan introduced. "Everything else will take a bit longer to explain."
Bree nodded, "I'll get Robbie and then you can tell us why you haven't bothered telling us where you have been."
She gracefully ascended the stairs, disappearing out of sight for a moment. Not a minute later, Morgan heard two sets of feet coming down and fortified herself for the tale that had to be told.