Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Oh, Myla’s here,” Harper said, her steps slowing for a moment.
“She’s probably here to check on you,” I said as we grabbed some pizza.
Harper snorted, making me grin.
“She’s been actin’ like an asshole, but she does love you.”
“Yeah, well,” Harper huffed. “She can fucking apologize if she wants me to talk to her. I’m done feeling bad or guilty about being with you. If she doesn’t like it, that’s her issue, not mine.”
“That’s a fair point,” Myla said from behind us.
Harper froze, her eyes squeezing shut for a long moment. Opening them again, she slowly turned to face Myla.
“I fucked up,” Myla said without preamble. “Cian’s been on my ass about it, but I guess I wasn’t willing to admit I was wrong until Bas ripped me a new one last night. You’re right, it’s none of my business. I guess I just didn’t want Lou getting hurt, so I went a little mama bear. She set me straight this morning after listening to me bitch all night.”
“You know me,” Harper replied stiffly. “You know I’m not the type of person who’d go for someone that was already taken.”
“I was mad at Bas,” Myla said with a wince. “Sorry, big guy. It’s wasn’t you, Harp. I was pissed that he was fucking around and you guys were together all the fucking time, so I just kept my distance.”
“All right,” Harper said, turning back toward the pizza selection.
“All right?” Myla asked in confusion.
“What, you want a fucking parade? All right. We’re fine.”
“Uh, okay,” Myla said tentatively. She glanced at me and then walked away.
“How was that?” Harper whispered once Myla was gone. “Did I seem, you know, cool?”
I let out a huff of surprised laughter and then quickly beat it back.
“Yeah, baby,” I choked out. “Super cool.”
“I didn’t want to be all, okay, Myla! Can we braid each other’s hair now?”
“You definitely weren’t that,” I assured her.
“I mean, sure, we’re fine. She apologized, whatever.”
“Right.”
“But I’m not the pushover they all think I am, and she was an asshole.”
“She was.”
“So, let her stew in it for a couple of weeks like I had to.”
“Thatta girl,” I murmured proudly.
“I’ll probably only last a couple of days,” she confessed.
I grinned as I followed her over to the table where her parents were sitting with Grease and Callie.
“How you doin’ pretty girl?” Grease asked as she sat down.
“I’m good,” Harper replied, waving him off. “But I’ll be happy when we figure out who’s trying to kill me.”
Callie snickered.
“Did Gram ever come to the club?” Harper asked, glancing around the room.
“No, she stayed home,” Lily replied. “I think she was worried that if she left, she wouldn’t be able to make herself go back.”
“Should’ve left that place in ashes,” Callie said under her breath.
Lily looked at her. “It’s home.”
Callie just nodded.
The rest of the table was silent. Callie had been shot, and her youngest son was killed when Casper and Farrah’s house had been attacked years ago.
Nearly every person in the club had strong feelings about that particular piece of property. I glanced at Leo, who was expressionless. He’d also been shot in that attack, a bullet bisected his face leaving a wicked scar. I barely even noticed it anymore, but it was impossible to miss.
Leo’s phone chimed, and he pulled it out of his pocket to look at it.
“Got a lead,” he said, leaning over to kiss Lily. “We’ll be back in a while. Harper needs to come with me.”
“Love you, Ma,” Harper said, rising to her feet.
“Love you, too,” she said with a wan smile.
Grease and I followed them outside, and we all piled into Callie’s SUV.
“Where are we goin’?” I asked as we pulled out of the gates.
“Ceecee’s,” Leo replied. “Woody’s got some information he wants Harper to take a look at.”
“He couldn’t come to her?” I asked, watching out the windows. Taking Harper off club grounds made me itchy.
“His computers are there,” Leo said flatly. “Not at the club.”
“Fair enough,” I muttered.
When we got to Cecilia and Woody’s place, we rounded the house and went inside through a back door that led straight to an office with more equipment than I could name. It looked like he could send a rocket to the moon from his home office.
“How you doin’, Harpy?” he asked, spinning in his chair to look at us.
“I should probably just write fine on a Post-it and stick it to my forehead,” she replied dryly.
Woody laughed. “Okay, then let’s get right into it.” He gestured to a chair next to him. “Basically, we’ve narrowed down a list of names that we could connect to the man that was in Casper and Farrah’s house last night. Why don’t you go through them and see if anything pops out at you?”
Harper sat down beside him and leaned forward to look at the list of names. Almost immediately, she jerked upward.