Page 51 of One Kind Goal

“I wish I had a brother,” Nia said from her car seat in the back.

Sawyer turned his head to look at her. “You do?”

“Yeah,” Nia said. “Becca at preschool has a little brother and she gets to push him in his stroller and feed him his bottle. It looks fun.”

Sawyer faced forward again and Morgan peeked at him. His face was rather serious as he stared out the windshield. She was about to ask him what he was thinking, but Nia spoke first.

“Becca said he cries a lot though. That might be annoying.”

“Brothers can be annoying,” Morgan said. “Mine is cool for the most part, but in certain situations, I’d like to sell him on the internet.”

Nia giggled and that joke managed to pull a chuckle from Sawyer too.

“You okay?” she asked him.

“Yeah.” He didn’t say more, but she could tell something was definitely swirling around in that handsome head of his. Something about having more kids no doubt. Of course her mind immediately conjured up an image of a little boy that had Sawyer’s dark hair and her blue eyes.

Yikes! She’d never, not once, pictured producing her own child. Being with Sawyer and Nia was messing her up.

Or fixing her.

Morgan filed all that away for later. Right now she had to focus on the impending embarrassment ahead. While her sisters were in full support of her getting it on with an extra-sexy hockey player, Austin had pointed out the downfalls.

“He’ll be traveling a lot,” he’d said. “Being a professional athlete is not that different from being an actor. Will he be able to give you the time you deserve?”

“You have time for Charlie,” she’d pointed out.

“That’s because I’m irresistible,” Charlie had said.

“You are,” Austin had agreed, planting a kiss on his wife’s cheek, “but you also travel with me frequently because being a pilot makes it convenient for you to fly wherever.”

Morgan had to give them that. As long as Charlie wasn’t on a helicopter charter job or a search and rescue mission, she was wherever Austin was.

Couldn’t I do the same?

How hard would it be to follow Sawyer to where he was playing with the Anchors? Not very hard.

Assuming she cut back on the social events in New York and never got a job.

But she had to get a job. Her goal of weaning herself off her brother’s money had to be achieved. Why was she thinking about this? It wasn’t as if Sawyer had asked her for a commitment or anything. They were just having fun.

Only it felt like more than fun. Way more.

Morgan turned onto Austin’s road and Nia let out a shout from the back seat.

“Why is it so bumpy?” she asked.

“It’s a dirt road,” Sawyer said. “There’s no asphalt.”

“Did they forget to finish the road?”

“No.” Morgan navigated around a large hole. “But it sure feels like it.”

Sawyer patted the dashboard. “Don’t worry. My trusty SUV can handle rough terrain.”

Morgan took a left and soon Austin’s huge log cabin appeared among the trees.

“Wow.” Sawyer let out a whistle. “That’s some house.”