Morgan POV

Walking out of the shopping hall with Tricia, I felt lively. I turned to look at those lovely eyes, and she smiled.

I didn't know what to do besides pull her close to me. We were holding huge nylon bags containing all that we had.

"Morgan, thank you," Tricia said.

I looked at her and smiled, then looked back to be sure if the guards were following us. They were right behind us, and I smiled.

While walking, Tricia nearly tripped, and I held her up. She smiled, thanking ...