widely while staring dreamily into his eyes.
Morgan held her breath. He must not see her. But worse than that, Joslyn couldn’t know about their encounter at the casino. He’d surely mention something about the pictures she’d taken and sold to those other tabloids. If that information got out, Morgan could be fired. That was not an option, either.
“Looks like he’s on a date,” Morgan said quickly. “Although, it’s rather early for a date if you ask me.” She shrugged. “Maybe that’s why he never called you.”
“I should go introduce myself.” Joslyn straightened her shoulders and unhooked a few buttons down the front of her pink blouse, showing a little more cleavage.
“No!” Morgan needed to stop Joslyn any way she could. “Don’t interrupt him. That would not be the way to get on his good side.”
“Oh, you’re right,” Joslyn said. “I should wait until she gets up and goes to the restroom before I approach him.”
“No, Jos. Just leave him alone. He will call when he is ready.”
Joslyn sighed and rested her head on the cushioned booth, staring toward Thomas. Morgan rolled her eyes. What age was Joslyn, anyway? She was definitely not in high school, so why was she acting like a love-sick teenager?
“Jos, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but... you’re acting like a stalker.” Morgan chuckled. Actually, it was nice to finally tell her friend that. “Just forget he is even here. In fact, I wonder why he is here... this is not a fancy country club that he probably goes to all the time.”
The waitress brought the drinks and took their orders. When she walked away again, Joslyn turned back into the love-sick puppy.
“He’d better call tomorrow.” Joslyn folded her arms.
“I’m sure his father will.” Morgan took a sip of her water. “What questions are you planning to ask?”
“I’m hoping Mr. Powers will give us a personal tour of the winery. You can get lots of pictures of that.”
Morgan nodded. “Yes, I’m sure he’ll feel more comfortable there. And we both know, the more comfortable the subject, the more they’ll talk.”
“I don’t know,” Joslyn whispered. “He seems pretty comfortable sitting next to that girl in a restaurant. I’m sure I could get him to talk if he was sitting next to me.”
Morgan shot another look toward him. He snuggled up to blondie, whispering something in her ear that made her laugh. “Oh, you’re referring to him again. I thought we were talking about his father.”
“No. I still want to interview Thomas.”
As she continued to watch Thomas being all lovey-dovey, her stomach churned. “I hope he doesn’t do that all evening. It’ll ruin my appetite.”
“You’re no fun, Morgan.” Joslyn picked up her wine glass. “You cannot tell me you don’t find him attractive. Everyone finds him attractive.”
“I’m not denying he’s a handsome man, but his problem is that he knows it. Guys like that make me physically ill.” Morgan studied him a moment longer. Her mind played back the time at the casino when he visually flirted with her. “A guy should be himself, instead of showing off just so women like you will make googly-eyes at him. He should care more about the woman he’s with, instead of how he looks in his fancy car.”
Joslyn narrowed her gaze on Morgan and her fingernail tapping on the table stopped. “You have the oddest image of a man. How many guys have you dated who act like that?”
Morgan frowned. “None, but I’m hopeful that there are some decent guys in the world and that I’ll find one.”
“We can be hopeful, but we also need to be realistic. And it’s like I said before, I’m tired of dating penniless men. I wouldn’t mind falling in love with a rich man... that one to be precise.” She nodded toward Thomas. “I’m going to get an interview with him, I promise you.”
From under the table, Morgan fisted her hands. That was one thing Morgan could not let her friend do.
FOUR
Thomas kept his attention on the short blonde haired woman with the tiny nose. Dusti, with an I was her name. She was an acquaintance of Cole’s, and earlier at brunch, Thomas agreed to meet up with her for drinks at this quaint restaurant. She had a strange type of laugh that was slightly annoying. Thomas needed to make an excuse to end the evening sooner than later.
When she finally excused herself to go to the ladies’ room, Thomas sighed with relief. Relaxing in the seat, he loosened his