Page 4 of Together in Harmony
“It’s going to be released in a few weeks, Hugo, nothing we can do but lean in…”
“The fuck, Harry? A year of my life, my every private thought, conversation and action has been recorded and made public. How the fuck do you expect me to lean in to that?”
Pounding down the pathway, I let my running pace set the pace of my heartbeat. Being in the middle of nowhere is good.
I know Lennox doesn’t love us being here for the next few months, but it is what I need for my sanity, so the guys don’t complain.
I think I would have lost my mind if it were not for those two. Asa and Lennox, keep me grounded.
Talking of which, I finally spot Lennox. He is on the far side of the property, where a grove of trees lead into a small meadow.
What the fuck is he doing?
He’s leaning against a tree, obviously intensely watching something.
Lennox is hardly a birdwatcher type. I signal to Asa, and we sprint the 400 yards to join him. As soon as we get close, he swings round and puts a finger to his lips, signaling us to be quiet.
We say nothing and join him by the tree. Bending over to catch my breath, I raise an eyebrow.
He grins and cocks his head in the direction of the meadow.
“Nice view through there,” he says, in a low voice.
I look where he indicates.
The fuck?
I paid a fortune to make sure this place was isolated and secure, and already some thirsty bitch has found her way inside the perimeter? Lennox is silently laughing as he watches my face, but it isn’t funny. We’ve been here barely two weeks.
Heads. Will. Roll.
I straighten up and start marching out into the field. I can hear Lennox behind me, chuckling.
Fuck my life.
As I stride through the grass towards her, Asa comes up to my side.
“Wanna take it down a notch,” he asks me.
“I’m just going to make sure she knows she is trespassing, and that we will prosecute,” I snarl.
Lennox joins us saying, “Can I give the naughty girl her punishment?”
“Fuck off, Lenny. Seriously.”
They both know that privacy is my priority right now. Lennox can be such a dickwad sometimes. He makes a face.
“Chill, Hugo. One little girl showing us her tits is not the end of the world.”
I ignore him and yell. “Hey, you!”
The girl swings round to face me, then lets out a scream. In a second she is on her feet and running.
“Hey!” I call again, but she doesn’t stop. She runs. Runs and then goes flying. It happens so quickly, I can’t tell what happened. But I can tell she lands hard; I can hear the thump from here.
In a few more paces I reach her. She is on the ground, holding her ankle and moaning. Belongings strewn about the place, and titties swinging.
HARMONY
