Page 113 of Nothing to Tell

He backed away.“I do worry about you.I’ve been worried for two weeks.”

A chill crept across her shoulders.“You didn’t call.”

“You needed time to miss me,” Bastian said.“I thought you’d reach out.”

“Didn’t we…” she said.“You’re a popular, successful man.We both said it was over.”

“We both didn’t.”

The darkness returned.What did that mean?With a meter between them, the ice of awareness crept higher.

Damon appeared at the top of the first flight of stairs.“Harpy!”

“Sorry,” she said and glanced at Bastian.

He took a last look then went back to the party.Their conversation didn’t seem finished, though it was probably for the best.

“What’s going on?”Damon asked.

From one ex to another.At least there wouldn’t be kissing with the second one.Ick.That was a hard no.She should think the same about Bastian, except…

“Nothing,” she said, choosing not to dwell.“I’m coming.”

She ascended the stairs, following Damon into a room more like a lounge than an office.

“That bastard giving you a hard time?”Damon asked.

“No,” she said, sinking into one of the couches.“What happened with you and Charissa?”

He sat beside her.“She’s talking to Adara, I don’t know where we go from here.”

“If you love her,” Harper said, “fight for her.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“It is.If you love her, nothing else matters.Work it out.”

“She wants to get married.”

And that surprised him?

“That’s good,” she said.“You should commit to each other.”

“She wants to get married because Adara is getting married.”

“Maybe that was the catalyst, but most women share that dream.”

“You never wanted it.”

Them?He was thinking about them?

“We never discussed it,” she said, grateful for that.

“Did you want to?”

“I didn’t think about it,” she answered.

Almost repulsed by the reminder they’d ever been a thing, she certainly hadn’t imagined a wedding with him.