Tricia POV

Done eating, I walked out and sat beside Morgan who still had his eyes fixed on the TV screen. I laid my head on his back. He raised his hands up and moved me close to himself, allowing me to lean on his chest.

"Can we watch football?" Theresa asked.

It was obvious that she got tired of the news they'd been listening to for an hour.

Morgan cleared his throat and looked at me.

"Do you want that?" He asked me, and I nodded.

"All yours," he said, looking at Theresa.

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