“Shouldn’t you go after her?”
“After who—Shannon?”
I don’t bother to keep the disgust out of my tone and something crosses Harper’s face that I can’t read.
A flicker of hurt?
That doesn’t make sense. Why would she care about Shannon, especially after Shannon had been such a bitch to her?
Then again, it’s not the best move to be talking about another woman with my…
My what?
I can’t form the words, can’t allow them to so much as float through my mind.
It’s not the best move to be discussing another woman with my baby mama.
There.
That’ll have to do.
“I’m not going after Shannon,” I say softly. “I was going to break up with her, have been wanting do it for a while now, but I didn’t want to do it on her birthday.”
Harper frowns. “Then why not before?”
“What?”
“If you’ve been wanting to break up with her, why didn’t you do it before the party tonight?”
Shit.
I tilt my head toward the house. “We should go inside.”
“Leo,” she presses. “Why didn’t you do it before?”
“It doesn’t matter,” I mutter.
“I think it does.”
“It doesn’t. Clearly, it was a mistake. Tonight was a disaster. She was a disaster.” I shove my hand through my hair. “Frankly, it was embarrassing, how she behaved. It would have been better if I had canceled everything the moment I knew things wouldn’t work out, even if?—”
Fuck.
I clamp my teeth together so tightly pain shoots through my jaw.
“Even if what?”
Christ, she’s not going to let this go.
And I can’t even blame her.
It’s time I start leveling with Harper. “Even if I know business has been tough and you needed the money,” I admit.
Her eyes flash with hurt. “You mean you hired me out of pity.”
Fuck. “No, I?—”
“And worse, you hired me out of pity to cater a birthday party for your girlfriend.”
