“Sure I can.” I grabbed my shoes, thankful I’d packed some sensible sneakers, and put them on. “I have the truck. Not the Mini. The storm surge will start about two to two and a half hours from landfall, which means I have…” I looked up at the clock. “Eight and a half hours to get to Vivian’s and get them back to my house. That’s a two-and-a-half-hour window for error. Plenty of time.”

I hopped up and raced to the bathroom, throwing my toiletries into a bag and pausing long enough to pull my hair up so it wouldn’t get in the way.

“I can’t let you do this.” Paisley stood there shaking her head.

“What would you do if it were Peyton?”

Paisley sucked in a breath.

“I can’t leave her. I won’t sit here and do nothing.” I tossed everything else I saw into the suitcase and swung my purse over my shoulder.

“You’ll blow away! The winds are already throwing reporters left and right!” There was enough panic in Paisley’s eyes to make me pause.

“Darlin’, I have a seven-thousand-pound truck, and we’re not talking a tornado like that one—” I pointed at Sam.

“Hey, now.”

“Now as much as I love you, you’re just taking time.” I zipped my suitcase closed and hoisted it to the floor.

“I’ll come with you,” Sam said.

“You cannot!” Paisley shouted.

“I’m sorry? If Morgan’s driving into a hurricane, she at least needs someone riding shotgun!”

I took in her beautiful black dress and perfectly done hair. “No, she’s right, Sam. You are needed here.”

Sam narrowed her eyes at me.

“Tell her,” Paisley huffed.

“Grayson was given leave for the ceremony. His plane lands in about an hour. He’ll be waiting for you at the White House.”

Sam’s jaw dropped. “What?” she asked softly.

I nodded. “Go. You only have two days with him, and you’re not wasting them driving to North Carolina, so go.”

She was torn. It was all over her face.

“I’ll be fine, Sam. Go be with Grayson.” I hauled my suitcase through the door.

“But what about the ceremony?” Paisley followed me down the hall.

I hit the elevator button and turned around. “I think this is exactly what Will would want me to do today. In fact…I think this is why he left the truck to me.”

The doors opened, and I got into the elevator, then punched the button for the bottom floor. “I love you, Paisley.”

“I love you, Morgan!” she cried as the doors shut.

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

Jackson

My bag was packed. There was nothing else I could do but wait and think myself to death.

I sat on my bed with my back against the headboard, uncaring that my boots were leaving footprints all over my bedding.

Finley was at Vivian’s.