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She wished this were happening in a few months or next year. This summer she’d begin applying to places and establishing her own life apart from Dad and his expectations. Or his lack thereof. She’d be free to be herself. Would Harper stay with her long enough to reach a place where she didn’t have to worry about what other people thought?
The theater room door opened and closed.
She lifted her head and peered into the dim corner.
“Just me,” Harper said.
Where had he gone?
He circled the furniture to kneel beside her. “I brought you a washrag if you’d like to use that.”
Handsome, sexy as hell, and thoughtful. Was he real?
“Oh. Thanks,” she muttered.
“I do have a little bad news,” he said slowly.
She pushed up onto her elbow. “What’s wrong?”
His face creased in disappointment. “Nothing terrible, I just have to head back to work.”
“Oh.” Her disappointment was sharp and bitter.
“Don’t look at me like that.” He let his head sag forward. “I don’t want to, but I can’t say no.”
“I get it. Don’t worry. We’ll just make up for it later.”
He peered up at her with a mischievous smile. “Making up can be a lot of fun.”
She grinned back at him, and suddenly she didn’t feel quite so bad about it.
Friday. New Orleans, LA.
Harper backed his car out of the driveway and hit the call button on his phone. His insides were frozen. He couldn’t feel anything. If he did, he’d probably do something truly idiotic.
“Wright, what are you doing?” Samuel asked.
“Leaving.”
“Why?”
“I just needed to.”
“Okay, I need you to replay what just happened because I can’t hear anything from the microphones in your pocket.”
Harper pulled the car to the end of the lane then scrubbed a hand over his face. He could still taste and smell her all around him. It was driving him out of his mind.
“How’s the signal on the other bugs?” he asked instead.
“Don’t duck the question.”
“I had a crisis of conscience,” Harper snapped. “Don’t worry, it won’t happen again.”
“Don’t be like that, man. Don’t do that, Harper. You know what the job is.”
“That doesn’t mean I have to like it,” Harper bit back.
He leaned forward and rested his forehead on the wheel.
