Page 38 of Secret Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

An Important call? From the tone of her voice, it didn't sound like she meant the cops, but then….who? I wanted to ask, a pang of jealousy ripping through my chest, but I couldn't bring myself to—it didn't seem like my place.

"You can do that later. Why don't you just get some rest for now? You look exhausted."

She shook her head. "I can't. Cas—" she stopped abruptly, glaring at her phone screen. "It's a very important call," she emphasized.

"You said that already, but there's no way you'll be able to call without a network."

She didn't budge.

"I'll wake you when I get a signal."

Harper considered it for a bit, lowering her phone. "Okay, I guess I can rest for a bit," she yawned, not covering her mouth this time.

I couldn't help but grin. It was a cute sight, and for a while, I imagined those beautiful lips around my dick, sucking me. Thinking about what those lips would do to me made me feel hot inside.

"Don't forget to wake me when the storm calms."

"I won't," It was a promise.

Harper dropped her phone face flat on the seat, changing position. She leaned on her side and rested her head on her forearm. I caught a glimpse of her through the rearview mirror, watching me the entire time. She probably knew I was watching her too, but that didn't stop either of us. Harper kept staring and watching me, and I did the same, watching her even after she fell asleep, which was only a few minutes later.

The storm drastically reduced after she slept, and almost an hour later, the rain completely stopped, and the fog lifted, welcoming the night. The wreckage came into view, and I stepped out of the car to take a good look—well, as proper as I could see at this time of the day. Apparently, we had driven off the road a few miles near a small town called Paxton and crashed into a tree.

The damage was quite—the word awful was hardly compensating, but it would have to do. The bumper was wrecked, and the car looked like it had suffered more than I could fix. Harper would probably fuss over it when she saw it—speaking of which, I forgot to wake her.

I returned to the car, and the cute image of her sleeping soundly made me hesitate for a bit. Harper was, and there was no exaggerating when I say this—nothing short of stunning even in her sleep. She looked so sweet—innocent and cute with a few strands of hair, seated lazily on her face. I reached a finger down on her face, sweeping aside the strands and tucking it behind her ear gently.

My finger grazed her ear, and Harper's eyes slowly opened, her gaze holding me down. For a minute, she lay there, beneath me, looking immobile, her eyes boring into me casually, then….Unexpectedly, and like she was just finally registering my face for the first time since she woke up. Harper's gaze widened, and she jolted up swiftly. I moved away quickly to avoid her bumping her head into mine.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked with accusing eyes.

"Nothing," I replied with a frown.

I momentarily wished I did something I could be accused of—like kissing those lips of hers. God knows I was dying to taste them.

Harper knitted her brows, glaring at me.

"I just came to wake you."

"It stopped already," she swirled her head to the window, a smile forming on her lips. "Finally," she muttered, lowering her gaze to the seat and grabbing her phone from the corner it had crawled in. She flipped it, and her smile dissolved a little. "There's still no cell network," she complained.

Who did she want to call so bad? I again wondered, feeling uncomfortable. "You should give it more time. I'm sure it will come up," eventually.

"I guess so. Have you checked the car yet?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yeah."

"How bad is it?" She quizzed.

I didn't respond.

A minute later, we were outside. Harper stood beside the tree, pointing her phone's flashlight at the car and doing a thorough assessment of the damage with her eyes like an expert. It was kinda funny to watch.

"It's pretty bad," I told her, moving beside her. "The bumper is fucked. We are going to need a mechanic."

She sighed but didn't complain or make a fuss about it. "So what are we going to do? It's quite late."

"I'm aware. We have to find somewhere we can rest for the night. We should be able to find a motel if we walk a few blocks down. With this weather, the flight would have been canceled anyway, so don't worry about it. Hopefully, the weather will be better. Tomorrow I'll find a mechanic, or we can get a car service to drop you at the airport. Whichever one you prefer."

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