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“How much trouble is that for her? Is she in danger? Maybe she can’t get out without your help. Maybe she was afraid to tell you that, for reasons we can both surmise. You could turn on her.”
“Fuck.Stop already.”
“Do you care what happens to her?”
“I barely know her.”
“And yet you never forgot her. That’s how this works. It’s how it worked for me with Mia. I met her and it was her. It was never going to be anyone else.”
It’s not her, I think. It won’t ever be her. He just doesn’t get the dynamic between me and this woman. He can’t. He’s never been the bastard. He’s a better version of Isaac, the heir, and Grayson is the king now that his father is gone. I tap the contract. “Work. Money.Yourmoney.Now.”
His lips quirk. “I hit about ten nerves, I see.”
“Clause eight,” I say, and once I start talking, I distract him with business, even if my mind is constantly going to Harper. Is she in danger?I need help.She said that several times.
I’m still thinking about those words when Mia appears by the table, looking gorgeous in a pink dress, her long dark hair loose around her shoulders. “Hello, you two handsome men.” She slides into the booth and kisses Grayson, her hand settling on his jaw. “I missed you.”
I have no idea what it is about this moment that gets to me. I see these two together all the damn time and I never think of me with someone else, but right now, I’m thinking about Harper. I’m thinking about me with Harper. “Fuck,” I murmur, pushing out of the booth and grabbing my phone from my pocket.
I step outside, welcoming the cold October night, and I dial Blake Walker of Walker Security, a man who’s not only a world class hacker and ex-ATF agent, he and his team, just helped us through another nightmare. I trust them. “Eric,” he greets. “What’s up?”
“Kingston Motors.”
“I know the connection to you,” he offers without prodding. “I make it a point of knowing the people I’m working with.”
“Good. This will go faster then. Find out what’s dirty there. If you can’t get real answers, hack the financials with enough detail to allow me to dissect it all. Look at the officers, especially my half-brother and father.”
“What else?”
“I’ll email you a list of questions on my mind in a few minutes. I need this to be comprehensive. Take the time you need. What I need now: find out if my grandmother had a heart attack about a year ago. Text me the information.”
“I can tell you that now.” I can hear him banging on his keyboard and I wait, every nerve in my body on edge and I know why. I need one little piece of information proven to be honest, a pebble of truth that might indicate she isn’t lying to me.
“Yes,” Blake finally says. “She did, in fact, have a heart attack, but she’s now recovered.”
“Harper Evans,” I say, relieved with his response but already wanting more. “I need to know everything there is to know about her and tonight.”
“I can get you an overview tonight. The rest will have to be tomorrow.”
“That works.” I hang up and Grayson steps outside with me.
“You need to go deal with this.”
“I need to be here closing this deal,” I argue.
“You are more than capable of doing both. Close it from the road. She got to you, then and now, and this is your blood family.”
“If I go there, I won’t save them. I’ll finish them off.”
“Then maybe you need to go to her tonight and convince her to take the job. Or not. I just know that you don’t have closure. I feel it. I see it. You need it. Go get it, and her, like you get everything else you decide you want.” He doesn’t wait for an answer. He walks back inside the bar.
I don’t stand there and think about his words. He knows me and he’s right. I need closure, not with my family, but with Harper. I pull my phone back out and dial Blake. “Give me an hour, man,” he says when he answers. “I’m good, but I still require time.”
“Harper’s in town tonight. I need to know which hotel.”
Chapter eight
Harper
