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“Nothing, why would anything be going on? We’re discussing tomorrow. Lots to do.”
Damn, she looked pretty with her hair down in beach waves, her nose sun-kissed from her days at the beach. Pain radiated up Milo’s head, and he turned to see Jasper’s hand drop and a smirk settle on his face.
Harper’s eyebrow lifted. “Did I miss something?”
“No,” Milo said, getting his shit together. “You didn’t miss anything. We’re going to be filling water balloons and water guns if you want to help.”
“We are?” Jasper said, and Milo casually smacked him in the gut.
“Oh yeah, we are. Long night ahead of us. It’s why I drove back from Jersey to make sure I got here in time to fill water balloons…”
“Need help?” she asked.
“No.” The word was out faster than Milo could stop it, and Harper glared at him with questioning eyes. “I mean. Don’t you have glasses to paint? We can manage. Don’t want you to get behind or anything. Sofia needs those glasses! At least Maria does. I’m not sure what Sofia thinks about having her face plastered all over glasses for fifty people to take home with them.” Harper’s head tilted, and her lips twisted up in bewilderment. “I mean I’m sure she’ll love them. Why wouldn’t she? You’re awesome.”
Jasper coughed. “Stop talking.” He coughed again.
Milo took a much-needed breath.
With a perplexed look on her face, Harper picked up her paintbrushes that were drying in the dish rack. “I’ll paint then, but if you need my help, let me know.”
“Will do!”
She walked out of the kitchen, and Jasper slapped him upside the head.
“Ow! What the—"
“What the hell was that?” Jasper asked.
Milo slumped against the counter and ran a hand over his face. “I have no idea.”
Jasper took off his black-framed glasses and used his t-shirt to clean the lens before putting them back on. “You need to get your act together in the next five minutes. You live with her. You can’t avoid her. Or act like that again.”
“I know.”
“And you definitely can’t sleep with her again.”
“I know that. I’ll just get in the way of what she really wants.”
“I’m not worried about her. I’m worried about you.”
“Why me?”
“You’re a smart guy. Do I really have to spell this out?”
Milo didn’t answer. He didn’t know what he was supposed to say.
“I guess I do. The way you’re looking at her right now… Something shifted. You sleep with her again and you’re that much closer to falling in love with her.”
“With Harper?” he whispered, suddenly afraid she might overhear them.
“No, with Ms. Wheeler. Yes, with Harper.”
“That can’t happen. I told you. I won’t let it.”
“I’m afraid you might not get a say in the matter. Emotions can be a bitch with a mind of their own. In the meantime, I’ll be more than happy to keep slapping you upside the head.”
“Gee thanks.”
