"No Bree or Robbie?" Cal asked as they entered, looking slightly disappointed.

"Sorry, baby, they didn't want to come today," Liadan said, caressing his shoulder lightly. "They did, however, say they would come sometime later."

Cal nodded, "That's fine. How did it go?"

"It went fine," Liadan said, which drew an amused snort from Morgan, "Fine? I'd fear to see what you'd consider bad!"

Cal groaned, "What happened?"

"Well, they got into a slight tiff," Liadan replied.

"You certainly have a knack for understatement, Liadan," Morgan assessed. "Bree and I brought out the claws, but it smoothed out in the end and everything was okay."

"Well, that's good to hear," Cal said. "So, what do you want to do now?"

"Liadan and I are going to hang out," Morgan said and raised her eyebrow in challenge for him to remark on her pointed exclusion of him.

He took the bait, "Morgan, we live together, whether you like it or not. What am I supposed to do if you two go off?"

Morgan opened her mouth to reply, but he swiftly warned, "And don't you dare say talk to Giomanch." She shut her mouth looking slightly put out.

Liadan looked at Cal suspiciously, "It's not really a good idea for you and Morgan to play together, anyway. She'll never get things back together with him if you two keep cavorting around together."

"Oh, what a shame," Cal replied scathingly. "Why should I care about his relationship issues and the fact that he's threatened by me?"

Liadan narrowed her eyes, "If you won't look to his relationship, I suggest you look to your own."

With that she whirled and stomped out of the room.

Cal turned to Morgan and shrugged, "Don't worry, she's always been like that."

Morgan scowled, "Cal, that is just your excuse. From what I heard from Liam, she was always very understanding. If something has changed, maybe you should go after her."

"Liam?" Cal repeated. "You were talking to him again?"

"Not that it matters, but no," Morgan replied. "And stop treating me like some sort of slut." She paused, "And it's not like it should matter to you."

"It doesn't matter to him," Cal said under his breath,

Morgan heard his light remark, "Who? Hunter?"

Cal met her eyes, "Morgan, he is never here for you. I barely see him once a day, and he never even looks at you. Maybe you should just give up on him."

Morgan reflected on the wisdom of his comments, until she realized, with horror, that she was actually contemplating his suggestion. Upon which, she scathingly replied, "Maybe Liadan should give up on you."

"Maybe she should," Cal replied nonchalantly.

"Cal?!" Morgan gasped. "How can you say such a thing?"

"Look, Liadan is really a good friend of mine," Cal explained. "But there's no one but you for me."

"I have Hunter," Morgan hissed through clenched teeth.

To which Cal bitterly replied, "Do you? He has you, certainly. But do you have him?"

Morgan had no response to give.