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Halfway down the page the name Daar Suleiman stuck out. Robin’s hands went cold, and she had to wonder if sending this to her friend was a good idea. If Uncle Daar was the monster she feared he was, they could both be playing with their lives.
Friday. Surveillance Van, New Orleans, LA.
Harper tapped from audio feed to audio feed.
The most he got was the ambient sound from the road when he tried the bug in the office.
Robin must still be in her parent’s bedroom. Or she’d retreated to her own bedroom. But she hadn’t yet replied to his text.
What the hell was going on?
So much made sense now.
He never understood why she was okay with sitting there being talked over. But that was her goal all along. Because she was attached to him and her family accepted men in a way a woman never would be, she got to listen to conversations she might otherwise be shut out of.
Now he got why she’d been unhappy at him for turning down her father’s offer to lunch. Harper hadn’t wanted to since Daar wouldn’t be present. Samuel was equally displeased with Harper over the incident. He just hadn’t cared enough to force himself to be around Cassim.
Harper let his head hang forward and blew out a breath.
He’d been wrestling with his conscience in the background despite knowing what he was doing was necessary. And this whole time she was doing the same thing to him. He didn’t know if he should be proud or upset, but most of all he was scared.
Robin only suspected her uncle of guilt. Harper knew the man’s hands were covered in blood, and given how little Daar cared about the lives of women, Harper was worried. If Daar found out about Robin’s little investigation, she would be his next target. Of that Harper had no doubt.
Chapter Ten
Monday.NewOrleans,LA.
Robin smoothed a hand down the skirt of her dress. It was just chilly enough that on a typical day she would have opted to wear pants or at least tights.
Today was not typical.
Her anxiety over defining the goals of her relationship with Harper were still maxed out. It was exhausting. She knew they had plans to go out for dinner tonight, but she feared if she didn’t change things up soon they were bound to stay in this rut.
Could they even have a rut after only two weeks?
It wasn’t like either of them had come out and said they were in an official relationship. But what did you call people who saw each other every day, talked or texted all the time, kissed, and had sex? Okay. Beyond that night at his place, they hadn’t slept together a second time, and the theater room interlude did not count.
Still, the fact that he was interested in her mattered, didn’t it?
No amount of talking herself down or going over every date with Jessica had calmed her.
It was time Robin did something about all of that. No matter what happened in the end, either purpose she had would benefit from this.
“You can do this,” she muttered to herself then hit the green call button.
She peered up at Harper’s apartment building and prayed he was at home for lunch today.
“Hey there, gorgeous.”
The deep, sultry voice made her shiver. It should be illegal for a man to have that level of power over another person’s body. Then again, she couldn’t help but grin.
“Hey yourself.” Her cheeks already felt like they were about to split.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Well, my lunch appointment got canceled, but I was already in the area which just happens to be by your apartment. Are you home for lunch by any chance?” She’d been to Harper’s place several times, to see him or vent or just hang out, so this wasn’t entirely out of character.
“Um, I might be headed back to my place in about fifteen minutes. That’s not exactly convenient for you,” he said slowly.
