Page 117 of Redeeming Harmony

“Sorry,” Wyatt said as he leaned against the horse trailer. “I’m team Nathan on this one. You need to go in there and sweet talk Tammy out, Harper.”

Harper rolled her eyes before turning around and eyeing Tammy’s double wide trailer. The light blue trailer was in excellent shape, with colourful flowerboxes lining every window and large half barrels full of flowers placed strategically on the attached wooden deck.

“Fine,” she said, “but you owe me, Nathan.”

He grinned at her with that familiar wicked gleam in his eye. “I’ll do whatever you want, Harper.”

Her skin heated, and a rush of warmth went straight to her pussy. They were standing far enough from Wyatt that he wouldn’t overhear her if she lowered her voice. “You’re eating my pussy twice tonight, and I get three more pussy eatings to be given at dates of my choosing, as well as two foot rubs.”

Nathan’s grin grew wider. “You drive a hard bargain, Ms. Brandt.”

She held out her hand, but to her surprise, Nathan pulled her forward and gave her a kiss that made her want to stick one foot up in the air behind her like she was in some fairy tale romance. Or drag him into his truck and fuck him real quick.

Nathan stepped back, steadying her when she wobbled and said, “Get in there and sweet talk your perfect ass off, Harper.”

She glanced at Wyatt, who grinned before looking down at his phone and scrolling across the screen. She turned and yelped when Nathan slapped her on the ass. She narrowed her eyes at him, giving him a mock scowl that made him laugh before she walked up the deck steps to the front door of Tammy’s trailer.

She knocked briskly, and the door opened immediately. Tammy stared suspiciously at her. “What do you want, Harper?”

“Can I come in?” Harper said.

Tammy hesitated, and Harper said, “Just for a few minutes. Please, Tammy.”

“Fine, but I’m not talking to that damn horse murderer out there,” Tammy said.

She stepped back, and with one last look at Nathan, Harper walked inside.

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“How long arewe going to wait before we decide Tammy isn’t even going to come outside?” Wyatt ran his hand along Viking’s broad back.

They’d unloaded the horse from the trailer as soon as Harper went inside. That had been nearly forty minutes ago, and while Viking stood contently in the shade of the trailer, occasionally chewing at Wyatt’s shirt sleeve, Nathan was a barely functioning bundle of nerves.

It was ridiculous to think this way, but he knew in his heart that this was his last chance to win back favour with the town. Call in intuition, call it a sixth sense, but if this didn’t work, he might as well sit down this afternoon and start drafting the paperwork to sell the clinic back to Warren.

The coffee and toast he’d eaten earlier this morning sat like a heavy stone in his stomach.

“Let’s give it another fifteen minutes,” Nathan said, petting Viking’s thick neck.

“All right.”

Nathan glanced at Wyatt, and the look of sympathy in his best friend’s eyes did nothing to help his nerves. “This will work, Wyatt.”

“I know, man.” Wyatt almost sounded like he believed it.

“Can we talk about something else?” Nathan said.

“Sure. What’s going on with you and Harper?”

Shit. Out of the frying pan, straight into the fire.

“I told you,” Nathan moved back a little, so Viking’s big body blocked Wyatt from seeing Nathan’s face, “we’ve got a friends with benefits thing.”

“Oh yeah? Because it looks like it might be more than that.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“You held hands the entire time at Happy Tails,” Wyatt said. “You just kissed in front of me.”

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