Page 117 of Opposites (Never) Attract
“I’ll take you back,” Harmony said. “I had the morning shift at the store, so I’m free for the afternoon. Hoping for a little something extra when Ethan gets home.”
“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” I drawled.
“Don’t be jealous that I have a fabulous lover for a husband,” Harmony said.
“Gross,” Bliss coughed into her fist.
I didn’t feel the need to comment that I had my own fabulous lover, so I was not jealous.
We said our goodbyes and I followed Harmony out of the café to her truck, which was parked out front. Thankfully, she’d left the animals at home so I didn’t have to worry about Bruce sitting on my lap. I was just about to hop into the passenger seat when I heard someone shout at us from across the street.
“Kaitlyn!”
It didn’t even register that someone was calling my name.
“Kaitlyn!”
“Sun, I think that man is talking to you,” Harmony said, over the hood of the truck.
I turned around to see Jared Evanstone looking both ways for nonexistent traffic before jogging across the street in my direction. I could hear the clicking of his expensive loafers on the pavement.
“Who is he?” Harmony asked, coming around the truckto stand beside me. “And is he for real wearing a three piece suit?”
Jared always liked the vest look under his suit coats. Thought it made him look put together. I always thought it made him look like he was trying too hard.
“Jared, what are you doing here?” I asked him.
Except, of course, I knew. That’s why he’d stopped calling me. He must have found out what I was doing.
“Funny you should ask. I got a call from a former classmate. Harvard.”
Of all the freaking coincidences. Jared was Clive Bohman’s old college acquaintance? Of course, he was.
“Harvard,” Harmony repeated with just enough condescension, nudging me in the ribs with her elbow. “Sunshine was accepted there, too, but she went to Columbia instead.”
“Sunshine?” Jared asked, his beady little eyes narrowed.
Then he took the time to take in my clothes. The jeans that fit like a glove. Cowboy boots. Snap button down shirts, because Tag liked to watch me unsnap them.
I looked about as different as I could from the woman Jared knew from work.
I looked like a girl who grew up here.
I looked like Sunshine.
“For heaven’s sake, what are you wearing?”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said, cutting him off. “Jared, I’m aware of your former classmate being in town. He works for Land Management, who has some interest in this territory. But I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”
“He told me you’re doing private consulting. You know that’s frowned upon by the firm.”
“You flew out here, on what I assume is the company’s dime, to tell me you’re frowning upon me?” My right eyebrow was in full effect.
“I cameout here to find out exactly what’s going on, Kaitlyn,” he said. “Someone dies, you go to a funeral and then you get your ass back to work.”
“Who is Kaitlyn?” Harmony asked me.
“She is,” Jared pointed at me.
