Page 114 of Redeeming Harmony

Nathan’s jaw dropped before he started to laugh. “Well, that was unexpected.”

“And distasteful?” Harper said.

He shook his head. “Nope, I like a woman who goes after what she wants.”

“So, we have a deal then? I blow you. You tell me what your plan is?”

“Not a chance,” he said as he reached under the table and adjusted himself. “Also, could we stop talking about you blowing me? Because it’s becoming a problem, and I’d like to leave Nan’s without a noticeable boner.”

She loved the reaction Nathan had from just her words. It was intoxicating and made her feel powerful and sexy.

“Would you two like some dessert?” Their server stopped by the booth. She looked a few years younger than Harper, and she was slender, bordering on too skinny, with long blonde hair and an anxious look that seemed permanently stamped into her pretty features. Her name tag on her Nan Diner’s t-shirt said “Wren”. Harper had no idea who she was, but Nathan had greeted her by name when they’d first ordered.

“I think I’m good. Harper, what about you?” Nathan asked.

“I’m stuffed, thanks.”

“Just the bill, please, Wren,” Nathan said.

She nodded and walked away, and Harper ignored the tingle of jealousy she felt. She was not the jealous type so being a little green over the fact that Nathan seemed to know the pretty server was annoying as fuck. Still, it didn’t stop her from asking, “So, do you know Wren outside of the diner?”

“She volunteers with Rayna at Little Whiskers, so I’ve seen her a few times at the clinic,” Nathan said. “Why?”

“Just curious. She must be fairly new to town.”

“Yeah, pretty sure she moved here sometime in the last year. She works part-time here and part-time at the 7-11 in South Falls.”

Harper frowned. “South Falls? Really?”

“Yeah. I think she lives in South Falls.”

“South Falls is a horrible neighbourhood. Is she married or dating someone?”

“I have no idea,” Nathan said.

“Man,” Harper glanced over at Wren, “if she lives alone in South Falls, she’s a lot tougher than she looks.”

She turned her gaze to Nathan, who was studying her tits. “Nathan,” she said.

“What?” He smiled innocently at her. “I like your shirt, Harper.”

“Thanks,” she said. “Is it the colour or the Grind my Beans graphic that has you so intrigued?”

“It’s your tits,” he said.

She burst out laughing. “That was direct.”

“Nothing wrong with being blunt,” he said. “Speaking of which, will you stay with me tonight?”

She shouldn’t. Despite their conversation last night, this was starting to feel like a relationship, but damn, resisting Nathan when he gave her that hopeful look was impossible. She wanted to spend more time with him, and not just because she was rapidly becoming addicted to the orgasms he gave her. Nope, she liked being with him, whether they were fucking or not, and she wasn’t stupid enough to see how dangerous that was.

She chewed at her bottom lip. “I should probably…”

The light in his eyes died, and she could see the way he steeled himself for her rejection. Fuck it, she’d been clear what this was last night, and Nathan understood and was fine with it. It wouldn’t hurt to spend the night with him.

“You should what?” he asked.

“I should probably text my dad before we head over to your place, just to let him know I’m staying at a friend’s. I don’t want him to worry.”

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