Page 80 of Redeeming Harmony

“It’s not a problem. Our house looks the same,” she said.

If the idea of her childhood home being half-packed upset her, she hid it well.

He pointed to the empty chair. “Have a seat.”

She sat gracefully in the chair, watching as he opened the fridge. “I have wine and beer. Or water.”

“I’ll take a water,” she said.

He grabbed them both a bottle of water and opened hers before handing it to her. She took a sip and then rubbed her hands along her thighs. She wore skinny jeans and a sweater that clung to her delectable tits.

“How was work today?” he asked.

“Good. Busy,” she said.

He had no idea why Harper was here. Maybe, like him, she couldn’t stop thinking about last night. Even if sleeping with her had been a mistake, he knew if she asked him to do it again, he wouldn’t deny her. How could he? Not when fucking her had felt so damn good.

“Hal had dinner with Dad and me tonight. He told us about the reward poster idea, and I thought I’d pop by and help with it,” she said.

Okay, so not here for sex. Disappointing, but did he really think that’s why she came by? He’d made it clear to her that it wasn’t a good idea for multiple reasons. Last night had been a one-time thing, fueled by their mutual anger and the sexual tension between them.

“I finished making the poster,” he said.

“Oh.” Was that disappointment on her face? “Okay, well, I’ll get out of your space then and -”

“Do you want to see it?” He didn’t want her to leave. Not yet.

“Sure,” she said.

“Follow me to the office.” Leaving their water on the table, he led her to the guest bedroom that was his office. It was a mess of empty bookshelves and taped-up boxes, and they weaved around the boxes to his desk. He sat in his chair and unlocked his laptop before turning the screen toward Harper. “What do you think?”

She leaned closer, her delicious scent drifting over him as she rested one small hand on the top of his desk and read the poster. “It looks great. Where did you get the picture of Lady N?”

“I may or may not have stalked Mrs. Rathbone’s Facebook. She posts a lot of pictures of her cat.”

Harper’s laugh made his dick twitch and his hands itch to pull her into his lap.

“It looks good,” she said. “I had no idea you were so good with Photoshop.”

“Just one of my many, many talents,” he said.

Was it his imagination, or did her gaze drop to his crotch for a second? Probably his imagination.

He studied the curve of her ear as she stared at the computer screen. God, she had cute ears.

Cute ears? Buddy, do you fucking hear yourself? You’re in so much trouble.

“I’ll get a bunch printed tomorrow at Staples during my lunch hour and try to put some up around town before I go into surgery at one-thirty,” he said.

“I’m off tomorrow. If you send me the file, I’ll take it to Staples first thing in the morning and put up a bunch of flyers.”

“Seriously? You’d do that for me?” he said.

“Yes. Why wouldn’t I?” she asked.

“You probably have better things to do with your day off,” he said.

She shrugged. “Helping you save the clinic is a better use of my time than packing up my room.”

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