Morgan Dane Series Novels & Stories

He concluded from the olive colour of her skin that she had to be a Latina. “Where are my manners? My name’s Maddison,” she said, extending a hand. “Morgan... Morgan Drake.” He replied, shaking her hand. “I saw what you did for that elderly man. I’ve only seen it happen on TV but it was still impressive.” “I really didn’t do anything special. The Heimlich manoeuvre is a relatively simple technique anyone can perform,” said Morgan matter-of-factly. He could feel the eyes of the other diners boring into him, making him even more uncomfortable.

Hanna shouted back, trying to drown out the sound of the party and the frustration consuming her. After that awkward moment, Morgan grabbed the clothes Hanna had left and headed to the rest house, where he could finally rid himself of the sweat and smell of alcohol. Once there, he took a relaxing shower, letting the warm water wash away his confused thoughts and emotions. After changing, he opted for a thin white knit T-shirt and comfortable sweatpants. As soon as he left the rest house, passing by the group of young people still playing, Morgan noticed the curious glances from the girls who showed interest and whispered as his shirt, a bit tight, revealed his defined body.

The next face to come into view was a man who appeared to be in his thirties with short, dark hair. He looked utterly exhausted, and when everyone began to say hello, I found out this was Andrew, the Philly Area Leader. A woman joined us via the screen shortly thereafter, and I learned that her name was Morgan. She had long, brown wavy hair and was cute but feisty looking. Her area was in Montana. “Oh, my gosh!” Morgan gushed, leaning closer to the screen. “You look so much like your dad!”