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Unease slides through me and I bristle. “Because you have to say that or I’ll lie? I told you my secret and it meant carving myself inside out to do it.”
“What else, Harper?”
He can’t mean my knowledge of his past. That’s not this. There’d be no way that was possible. It’s not a secret. It’s just knowledge.And I’ll have to have a gun to my head to willingly hurt him with that information. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His jaw tics. “Why did Kingston wire large sums of money into an account in your name that you later closed?”
Suddenly, I feel as if the floor of the plane is opening up and sucking me into the turbulence.
Chapter fifty
Harper
My hand is at my throat as I turn away from Eric, trying to calm down. “That didn’t happen.”
He slides his MacBook in front of me. “What is this? Look at it,” he orders.
I draw in a breath and focus on the screen, on a bank account in my name, that is now closed. Worse, there are several large wire transfers into the account. I’m trembling with adrenaline and fear, as I twist away from Eric, trying to calm down. He catches my arm and turns me to face him.
“Talk to me, Harper. Be honest, no matter how bad it is.”
My gaze rockets to his. “Be honest? That again. And again. And again. Stop calling me a liar.”
“I am not calling you a liar”.
“Semantics. Be honest. Don’t lie. Same thing as calling me a liar. So here’s my ‘not a lie’ explanation. I have two bank accounts. Checking and savings. I’ve had the savings since I was ten. I’ve had the checking since I moved to Denver years ago. I don’t have, nor have Ieverhad any account that received wires.”
“That bank account says differently.”
My hands are shaking harder now with his accusations, and I positively hate him right now. I jerk my arm from his grip. “I need a bathroom.” I don’t wait for approval or direction.
I scoot out of the booth and hurry down the small walkway toward what I think is my destination. When I find the small alcove, I grab the door there and enter a space that is as compact as most airlines, despite this being a private plane. I shut the door and I do what anyone would in here. I go to the bathroom. I wash my hands. I act like normal activity will make this go away right up until the point that the normal activity is over. Now I’m just standing in atiny space, staring at myself in the mirror. How have I given this much of myself to this family to end up here?
Eric knocks on the door. “Harper. Open up.”
Anger surges in me and I yank the door open to find him big and intimidatingly male, filling the doorway and the entire exterior space. It doesn’t make me back down. “I thought you wanted to talk about the miscarriage, but obviously, you didn’t get me up here, trapped in a cage, to talk about a baby that meant nothing to you. You brought me up here to corner me about a bank account that isn’t even mine. You don’twantto trust me. You want to prove I’m the damn princess you so eagerly hate. You wanted me to be her so badly that you carved her name on your body.” I shove against him. “Move. I need to get out of here.”
He shackles my wrists and in a quick second, I’m against the wall next to the door, and he’s all but suffocating me with muscle and man. “Don’t bully me. I don’t like it.”
“You’re pushing me in ways you don’t want to push me, Harper.”
“What are you going to do? Kill me? Or just tell me to be honest again?”
His eyes glint hard, anger burning deep and dark before he releases me and starts walking away.
Shocked at his abrupt departure I swear my knees go weak and I need the wall for support. Right when I feel as if the floor of the plane is opening up, about to suck me out, Eric is back, his hands pressed to the wall on either side of me. “This is not how this was supposed to go.”
“This is exactly what you did to me with Isaac. You look for me to be a liar. You want me to be a liar.Stopdoing that to me. Actually, just stop everything with me. If we’re not a couple, maybe it won’t disappoint you that I’m not a liar.”
He pushes off the wall, dives frustrated fingers through his hair and then presses his hands to his hips. “I keep fucking up with you.”
“Yeah. You do. It’snotmy account.”
He studies me all of two seconds. “I believe you.”
“Well in this case, I don’t believeyou, but just pretend I’m innocent and maybe we can find another way that account got in my name.”
“Damn it, Harper.”
