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“Harper. She’s now an old married lady who can’t have fun even if she tried.” Not informing him that she was only recently married and that she hadn’t lost her ability to have fun and probably never would.
“Then why bring her?”
“Because she’s Harper. Come on, Jonas, she’s Harper,” Buzz stated the obvious. Or at least the obvious to anyone in her family. Harper was the perfect person for going out with.
“You make no sense,” Jonas replied in confusion.
“You’ll understand if you ever meet her.” Buzz didn’t have to explain it anymore since Louisa came down the back steps at that moment. Her jeans were ripped, and she was in a tight sweater. The outfit surprised Buzz because she didn’t think the kid even knew how to dress. Most days, she was in clothes her mom would approve of, and this, Judith would not approve of.
“I’m ready,” Louisa stated and looked at her brother with a frown. “He isn’t going, is he?”
“Nope, just a girls’ night.” Buzz ignored Jonas’s annoyance and walked to the back door, hoping the girl would follow. Because if he actually insisted, she would probably let him go with them.
Deciding to drive herself was the smart move—she didn’t need the underage girl driving home drunk. It would take her more time, but it was worth it to know she was safe.
In the Jeep, Louisa looked around like she had never been in a vehicle older than she was, which was probably true. The quick drive a few streets over to Maple street was done in silence. Both seemed to have a lot on their minds.
Parking in front of the house, Buzz knew Harper was either at the bar or here since her new Land Rover was parked out front of the house. The bar was only three blocks away, so she sometimes parked by the house and walked. The car had been a nice little engagement gift from her new husband. It had even had the giant bow on it when he gave it to her like in a commercial.
Once parked, Louisa silently followed her into the house. “I have to change before we go. You can stay down here.”
More than once, she had thought she should just wear what she had on for the day; nobody at The Grog would care. But she had spilled more than once on her jeans today. Way more than once.
“I thought you said eight?” Harper demanded from the couch. Her feet were on the coffee table, and she was watching a horror movie as she waited.
“I said we would meet at The Grog,” she reminded her.
“I had to grab some stuff from the house, so I stopped.” Harper turned from the TV and looked at Louisa. “I am Harper Hawthorne. The double H is still making me stumble.”
Leave it to Harper to introduce herself and suddenly admit she was newly married, all in the hopes that the other person would ask about it so she could go on and on about how much she enjoyed married life.
“Louisa Raiden,” Louisa stated but didn’t move or catch on that she needed to ask about the wedding, the man, or how much they were in love, which didn’t get her instantly on Harper’s good side.
“I have to change.” Buzz needed to get alcohol in both of these two before they wanted to go home.
She saw that Agatha’s door was still open upstairs, but she didn’t have time to see if she was home now. Usually, she called out to people when she wanted company as they moved about the second floor. Nothing today.
At her door, she found it locked. Buzz gave it one more try before she stomped back down the stairs. “My room is locked.”
Harper turned from the TV. “My room is locked. I told you not to use my room.”
“You said that nine hours ago, and I have been working since I talked to you. I need my stuff from in there,” Buzz argued.
“That is my stuff; it’s in my room. Take Maby’s room.” She waved a hand at her and turned back to the TV.
Through gritted teeth, Buzz stated slowly, “I need my stuff out of that room.”
“My room,” was all Harper said, not turning away from the TV, but she did smirk.
Without caring that a guest was in the house, she attacked her sister and tried to get into her pockets for the key. “Give me that damn key!”
Harper pushed back at her and pulled her hips from Buzz’s hands, which meant the key was in her pocket. “Get off me, Buzz!” Harper yelled.
“Key, now.” She pushed her further into the couch and sat on her legs, keeping her immobile. After a while, she finally got both hands in hers and held them above her sister’s head. As she focused on holding both of Harper’s hands in one of hers, her sister reared up and slammed her head into Buzz’s.
Buzz flew from the couch to the floor, where she cradled her head. Her sister hadn’t held back. “What the fuck?!”
“I put a bunch of your shit on Maby’s bed. I’m going to take your friend, who also hates you now, to the bar and start drinking. Come or don’t come, I don’t care anymore.” Harper kicked her as she headed for the door.
