Page 41 of One Night in Paris

And my jet was being serviced this weekend since I had intended to make the drive to upstate New York rather than fly. So we’d have to take a damn airline.

“Everything all right, Logan?” Harper asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Everything is fine. Listen, I need you to book a hotel in San Francisco and a direct flight for tomorrow morning, as early as possible. First class, of course.”

She wrote all of that down. “No problem. Anything else?”

“Yeah, pay the upgrade if you have to since it’s late notice and we’ll want to make sure we’re sitting together.”

“Right. Okay. Who else is going? I need to notify them.” Harper had a worried look on her face, like she was afraid to be the one to tell someone that they were going to be leaving with only a few hours’ notice.

“Don’t worry. I’ll let her know,” I assured her.

“Okay, but I’ll need to make the reservations in that person’s name so…”

“Right. It’s you.”

“Hugh?” she repeated. “I don’t think I’ve met that person yet. Is that an architect?”

Biting down on my bottom lip, I stifled a laugh. “No, that’s not a person, Harper. I mean it is you—Harper—that is going with me.”

Her eyes didn’t move as she continued to stare into my face. Finally, she blinked twice and said, “What?”

“Harper, I want you to go with me to San Francisco tomorrow.” While part of me was asking as her boss, I couldn’t help the twinge of excitement I had as the guy who was sort-of dating her. He really wanted to take her along as well. It would be like Paris all over again, to a degree.

“Gosh, Logan. I don’t know,” she began. “My mom is expecting me to take her to her chemo treatment Sunday afternoon. The doctors were kind enough to move her appointments to the weekend whenever possible since I’m here nine to five all week. So… we’d have to be back by Sunday afternoon so that I have plenty of time to get her there.”

Nodding, I said, “Of course, Harper. Whatever you need. And of course, you’ll be compensated for your time, and you can have a couple of days off next week to make up for missing your weekend. Although, I do hope this isn’t all work and no play.”

My tone involuntarily became suggestive, but she only grinned at me.

Harper took a deep breath and then nodded. “Okay, sounds good. I’ll make the reservations.” She stood and hurried out of the room, and my eyes followed her because I simply couldn’t not look.

When she was gone, I called my mom and told her a business situation had come up. She scolded me, but she was so busy with party preparations, the conversation didn’t last long.

Trevor was another story. The man had all the time in the world to give me a hard time. “I thought you said I’d get a chance to check out all of your cousin’s hot friends.”

“No, I said my cousin would have friends there, and you filled in the rest,” I told him on the phone.

“Damn, man. You’re busting my balls, you know that. You’d better get a huge deal and make a bazillion dollars from this.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, well, I’m sure it will be productive either way.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” he asked. “Wait—are you taking Harper?”

I didn’t answer, but I could feel my face turning red in response to his question.

Trevor began to laugh. “Is this work—or something else?”

“Well, it’s definitely work.” I shrugged, though he couldn’t see me.

“Work and a date?”

All I could say was, “Kinda.”

That was enough for Trevor to leave me alone on the matter. We hung up, and I ran my hands through my hair. What was I getting myself into?

I didn’t know—but I liked it.

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