Page 14 of Privileged Love: A BWWM Romance

“No, Harper, or I wouldn’t have asked you to do it. Why would you ask me that?”

“Because I…I don’t know. It’s been a rough day.”

“Hey, Baby Hunter!” Charlee strolls up dressed to kill. “How’d it go?”

Her tone is way too chipper, and Hunter’s eyes swing in my direction. Charlee tips her head towards Hunter in a Tell her gesture. I shoot back my best, Not now!

“I know one of y’all heifas better say something. What is it, Harper? Do I need to find Liam?” The stank she uses on his name is real.

“Hold that thought, let me get a drink.” Charlee runs off.

“Imma strangle her ass.” I reach for my glass, and it’s empty.

“Harper Anne Price!”

“I just need a moment to process it all.” I stare at the glass, not meeting her eyes. Then her hand rests on my forearm. God, I hate her and love her all at the same time. “I blew it.”

“Okay.” She turns in the booth seat. “We’ll find another company. No biggie.”

I look up. “Really?” Scratch the hate, I love her, love her.

“Yeah, we’ll be the hottest company in Austin. It’s his loss. Right?” She squeezes.

“No, there’s more.”

“Harper, you do remember that I can’t drink right?” Her hand rests on her belly.

I smile. “Yes, it’s not that bad.”

“Good, tell me about it.”

“And don’t leave out a single detail.” Charlee slides in the booth across from me.

So I tell them, everything through to him closing my car door. “What are you going to do?”

“Say no, obviously?” I look back and forth between them. These two are yin and yang.

“I don’t understand what makes it so obvious.” Charlee air quotes.

“I can’t marry a man I don’t know.”

“And that’s your only conundrum?” Hunter asks with a smirk.

“Exactly?” Charlee adds eating from her plate of loaded nachos.

“Either y’all are speaking another language, or I’m missing something. You think I should say yes?” I reach for a nacho, flicking off the jalapeño, and popping the cheesy goodness in my mouth.

“Do you think you should say yes?” Hunter asks grabbing a chip too.

“One of y’all heifas better go get us another plate. Because I got dinner for one, not three.”

“Hush.” Hunter chuckles. “I can’t give advice about where and when. I met Ben, married him, and now I’m having his babies in less than two years.”

I can’t look at Charlee. Her I told you girl face is burning a hole in my neck.

“But Ben is not Liam.”

“Tell me about him. What you know, of course?” Hunter asks.

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