Page 87 of Harmony

“Fuck, you’re sexy as hell in that uniform,” Nate growls into my neck.

Willow chuckles. “Down boy.”

A knock at the door draws our attention. Rocky gets up and answers it, letting Jacob in.

“Jacob? What are you doing here?”

Standing from Nate’s lap, I ignore his protest.

Jacob walks right to me, pulling me into his arms for a hug.

“I was so fucking worried about you. Are you okay?”

Nate is grumbling behind me, but I ignore him.

“I’m fine. What about you?”

“I’m good.”

Then he pulls away, turning to Rocky. “Thank you for protecting her.”

“Why are you being so chummy with my girl, Jacob?” Nate asks, stepping up behind me.

Jacob looks at Nate. “You had better treat my sister right, otherwise I will make your life a living hell. No more of your dick act you’ve been giving her at school. Understood?” he threatens.

My eyes widen, as do Rocky’s. I can’t see Nate’s face, but his hand flexes on my hip.

“She’s not your sister.”

“No, not by blood, but in my heart she is so treat her right.”

“Jacob is the closest thing I’ve ever had to a brother,” I add for Nate’s benefit. “He was a huge help with all of this.”

Rocky clears his throat. “Which is why I invited him here. Jacob, what are your plans for the future?”

Jacob looks confused. “I don’t know. Find a job and get my own place, I guess. Not many options for us foster kids.”

“How about you come work for me and I’ll set you up a place to live. It’s not always the safest job, but I pay well and you’ll always be taken care of.”

Jacob looks back to me. “What about Hailee?”

“What about her? She stays with me.” Nate pulls me in closer to his chest.

“Is that what you want?” Jacob asks.

I glance up at Nate, seeing the adoration in his eyes as he looks down at me.

“It is.”

He nods. “I’d be happy to accept your job. Thank you for the opportunity.”

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Twenty-Eight

For the secondtime this year, there are police everywhere on campus. This time, it’s not for a murder though.

I didn’t know what Rocky had planned to do, but standing in the hall, Nate plastered to my back as he holds me to him. We stand, watching Mr. Kendall get led out by two officers. Several others are searching his classroom and his car. I’m sure even more have already searched his apartment.

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