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Robin pasted on a smile. “My head is killing me. We don’t have anything for a headache with us, do we?”
Saaina merely crossed her arms over her chest.
What had Robin ever done?
She sighed. “I guess I’ll run out and get something. Need anything?”
What Robin desperately wanted was Jessica. They needed to rethink everything. All of it. Before something happened that they couldn’t undo.
Tuesday. Pearl Palace Golf Course, Miami, FL.
Harper stared at the golf clubs. He wasn’t exactly a beginner, but he wasn’t about to go on tour either. He was somewhere in the middle, which wouldn’t support what he’d said to Robin in passing about wanting to learn.
Did he play for real? Or did he play like shit?
It was hard to tell the right move with Daar and Cassim.
If Harper was just trying to impress Cassim? That was easy. Throw the game. Play like shit. And spend the real effort on buttering up Cassim.
The kicker was Daar. The man was perceptive enough to realize what Harper was doing and might even take offense at it.
Truth was he didn’t want to be here even if he knew this was where he should be. Given the incident at the airport, there was a good chance Daar might finally say something, and that required Harper to be with Daar. But Harper wanted to be with Robin.
At no point had they concerned themselves with how Robin or Saaina might react. They’d only focused on giving Daar reason to trust Harper more.
Damn it.
He let his head hang forward and blew out a breath. Right now he hated himself. The terror in Robin’s eyes, how her whole body had shaken, that was because of what he’d done. He’d crafted an experience that terrified her. And now instead of putting her mind at ease, he was trying to pick out a damn driver club.
It rankled that she’d pushed him off on her father and uncle all because deep down she wanted the same dirt he did. He should be proud of her tenacity, instead he was annoyed. She should be focused on her own safety. In her shoes, he’d call the fucking cops and let them figure it out. Of course, if she called them it would create a world of trouble for all parties involved.
Daar had made it clear on the short walk to the limo that there would be no police interference.
“This will go faster if we agree to play like shit,” Daar said in a low voice.
Harper turned. He hadn’t heard Daar come upon him. “Is this where we agree to mutually throw the game?”
Daar blinked at him a few times with something eerily close to innocence. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Harper snorted and pulled a 3-wood club out of the bag. He could work with this.
Daar’s tone was serious when he spoke again. “How was Robin?”
Harper took a practice swing and stared off on the horizon for a moment, not entirely sure how to answer that question. What would Samuel want him to say right now?
Whatever shook things up the most.
“She’s upset. Scared, I think, but she wouldn’t talk about it.” He leveled a stare at Daar. “Any idea why? Has something happened in the past…?”
Daar spent a moment considering the clubs.
What would he say?
Harper hadn’t asked for an explanation. In Daar’s shoes, Harper would appreciate that. He’d also know that he couldn’t get by without saying nothing.
“It’s hard to say what this morning was about,” Daar said slowly. “I’m looking into it.”
That was a non-answer.
