Lady of Heaven by Kathryn Le Veque Page A

everything he had hoped for,
the power of attraction and emotion overwhelming him like nothing he had ever
known.  When Morgan finally fell asleep somewhere around midnight, Fox lay
awake with her wrapped in his arms, staring into the darkness of the room and
knowing his life was changed forever.  Morgan had succeeded in branding him in
ways she could never comprehend, but in ways he wasn’t sorry for in the least.
He adored her.
    Morning came before he realized it.
     
     

 
     
    November 24,
1922
                Today
we took camels across the sands to a local casbah.  Riding atop a camel is much
like sailing the open sea.  It was rough seas! Dear Louis was positively
green.  It is fortunate he did not see me laughing!
                ~ FS
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SIX
     
    Morgan awoke the
next morning to the smell of coffee.  She stirred, rolling over in the big bed
and noticing she that was quite alone. The door to the bedroom was cracked open
and she could hear noises out in the living room. 
    Running her hand
over the bed beside her, she remembered the night before with a smile, feeling
warm and giddy when she thought of Fox and his powerful body.  It was enough to
send her heart fluttering.  If she thought herself only merely in love with the
man before, she knew now that she was madly in love with him.  Last night had
sealed it.
    Rising from bed,
she realized quickly that she was still stark-naked.  Scooting into the
bathroom, she collected the silky white robe she had left there the night
before. Wrapping it around her body, she ran a brush through her hair a couple
of times before making her way out into the living room.
    Fox was setting
out coffee cups when she walked in.  He was showered and shaved, his black hair
combed and still damp. He heard the door squeak and turned, his gaze falling on
Morgan. It was all he could do not to turn into a silly, giddy fool.  He smiled
warmly at her.
    “Good morning,
sunshine,” he said.
    “Good morning,”
she returned his smile. “Have you been up long?”
    “A little
while,” he replied. “I’m used to waking up early so I went down to the gym so I
wouldn’t wake you up. How did you sleep?”
    Morgan moved
over to him and kissing him sweetly. “Like a rock,” she murmured, kissing him
again. “I don’t think I’ve ever slept so well.”
    He wrapped his
arms around her, hugging her tightly, feeling her supple body beneath the silky
robe. It was enough to set his heart racing again and his physical reaction to
her was almost instantaneous.  He could have very easily have taken her back
into the bedroom but he didn’t want to make it seem like sex he was all he was
interested in, so he struggled to focus on something else.
    “I ordered
breakfast,” he said. “I hope you’re hungry.”
    Morgan looked at
the spread he had on the dining table. “Starving,” she said, gently pulling
away from him and going for a chair. “We didn’t get to eat dinner last night.”
    “Sorry?”
    She looked up at
him; the question had a double meaning and she shook her head. “Of course not,”
she insisted softly. “I don’t even have the words to describe how amazing it
was for me. And you?”
    His smile
returned. “It was the best night of my life,” he pulled out the chair for her
and helped her sit. Then he began removing the dish covers. “I wasn’t sure what
you would like so I just ordered a bunch of stuff.”
    Oatmeal,
omelets, pancakes and the like were revealed. Morgan wriggled her eyebrows. 
“Wow,” she exclaimed softly. “Did you leave anything in the kitchens for anyone
else?”
    He snorted as he
sat down beside her, waiting until she had her pick of the dishes presented
before moving in for her leavings. While Morgan ate oatmeal and fruit, Fox
devoured the pancakes and eggs.   The sliding door was open and a balmy breeze
blew in, the blue ribbon of the Nile filling their view. 
    “This is so
beautiful,” Morgan