So I decided to share the first time Morgan see’s Ryan…
Morgan relaxed in the hammock far from the week long house party, reading one of her favorite books, Pride and Prejudice. There was just something about Mr. Darcy that made her want to be Elizabeth.
Completely engrossed in the book, she didn’t notice she was no longer alone.
The snap of a twig had her head swinging around to look for the noise. Her breath caught in her lungs. Her heart raced. A modern day version of Mr. Darcy had just walked out her book.
He was gorgeous. Tall at least six foot four, as he looked to be as tall as her brother Case, golden brown skin that said he spent a lot of time in the sun. His hair was light brown with streaks of blond, more from the sun than from any salon. It was his face that captured her though. All angles and planes, a strong jaw, high cheekbones that hinted at an Aristocratic ancestry. And then his eyes, so brown and piercing, as if they could look into the soul. He was wearing shorts and t-shirt that showed a physique that said he took care of his body. The t-shirt pulled across his chest and was tight around biceps, enhancing the well-toned muscles.