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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Daniel tucked his phone back in his pocket and lifted his whisky to his lips. Despite the music, he could hear the ice cubes clink against the glass. He let one fall into his mouth and crunched it.
It was hot tonight. Hotter than it usually would be in mid-February, and it was a stark reminder he was still in fucking Hawaii.
Had he prepared the jet for flight this afternoon?
Yes.
Had he flown?
No.
Daniel knew why. He’d crept out of Harper's room as the sun rose, after holding her all night on her damn uncomfortable sofa.
Leaving just felt wrong.
Then Harry had asked if he was attending the Valentine’s party and Daniel had said he was. He told himself he was only going to spend time with his regional staff, but that was a lie.
Obviously.
Was he over with his team enjoying a Mai Tai? Or was he mooching in the shadows, knocking back whisky?
Daniel let out a small groan.
Harper made him think things, feel things, and do things he usually never would. It was infuriating. He wanted to be mad at her, but instead, he was mad with himself.
He should never have let himself get so involved with her.
Right now, she was being twirled around the dance floor by a man who was clearly besotted with her. Know the feeling, pal.
He’d been watching them for over an hour and the guy had lovesick puppy written all over his face.
If it hadn’t been for the fact he knew Harper's body and her reactions, Daniel would probably have strode across the rooftop and punched the guy a good one.
But Daniel knew her. He knew her body. He knew how she reacted and leaned into his touch.
He watched Harper fight an internal battle. She liked this man well enough. He was a good-looking man. Tall, muscular, and charming. He had money. Daniel saw it in the way he dressed and held himself.
Yet her body tensed. Her eyes dropped. Her lips pressed together.
Because of Daniel.
Did he feel guilty? Yes.
And no.
He wanted her to be happy. With him. On his arm. In his bed. In his fucking house.
What the hell?
Now he had her living in New York fucking City?
Fucking hell. He should have flown home.
“There you are,” Akino said, spotting him as he walked by. “We thought you may have left.”
I should have.
