And before you say anything, no… it’s not ‘company’ policy, but my own ethical one.” Morgan was standing there with his arms folded across his chest. His eyes were narrowed on Rosalie’s face, and the frown on his lips was like that of a disapproving school teacher. He looked even more like a teacher as he stood behind his desk in the magic shop. “But he locked himself in his bathroom,” Rosalie said, spreading her hands. “What person does that unless they’re either scared to death or trying desperately to hide something?” “He locked himself in the bathroom? You’re serious?” “Yes. Now will you tell me what’s going on?” Morgan let out a quiet sigh and rubbed gently at the gray and black stubble along his jaw. “All right. I’ll tell you, but you might want to sit down.” She arched both of her eyebrows and shook her head. “I’m not a little weakling.” “Never said you were.” Leaning his forearms over the desk, he locked his gaze with Rosalie’s.
