“To my guests. Okay, you need to work on your gift-giving skills. But I’ll take it,” Fletcher said, laughing more. “My bride will be happy.”
Now Logan could only hope Harper didn’t tell Daniel. Which he knew she would. Pillow talk, and all that.
As long as Emma didn’t find out, that was all that mattered.
Or his board.
With things a little sensitive right now, with Doug stirring up trouble, Logan being linked to an erotic romance author would not be good.
His family wouldn’t disclose any of his secrets, but it was better to keep things quiet. Logan had to make sure Harper kept this a secret.
Goddamn it. He should have kept his mouth shut.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Emma shut the doorbehind her after stepping back into the mansion.
“Honey, I’m home,” she called out, smiling. Emma swung her Kate Spade shopping bag and walked through the house, hearing voices in the living area.
“Hey.” Harper pushed something into her mouth. “Hwow wasz thda schmall?”
Emma laughed and lifted the bag. “Success.”
Harper peeked inside and gave her a thumbs-up.
Oliva appeared behind her.
“Okay, go get changed. We have to be out of here in thirty minutes. The guys are setting up for the bonfire now.” Olivia ushered Emma out of the room and up the stairs.
She felt so much better now she had been in her world—Zara, Banana Republic. Hell, she had even looked in Gap.
A dress was a dress.
But it was trusty Kate Spade that came through with the goods. A navy-blue cocktail dress Emma knew she’d get a lot of wear out of.
Emma danced up the stairs and tried to calculate if she had time for a shower, when she pushed open her door...