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My eyes snap right back on her.Is she fucking with me right now?
“What more is there?” I ask. My tone is level, as if I’m not fantasising about going out into that forest and digging a nice big Evan-sized ditch.
Hell, she said that she used to like pretty boys, so it probably doesn’t even need to be a big one.
“My mom said that Holly is devastated and really angry – angry atme. But apparently she got a role in some series that’s shooting somewhere past Colorado so she’ll be passing by here when she travels to set this weekend. So my mom told me that she talked Holly into stopping by, here, so that we could talk about what happened and maybe clear the air.”
I can feel the hot red anger burning all the way up my neck. I give Harper a long look and say, “She’s not stepping foot on this site.”
Her bottom lip wobbles dangerously. “She’s my sister.”
“She’s disloyal. Family doesn’t do that to family.”
We maintain eye contact for ten long seconds, Harper threatening another cascade of tears whilst I try to mentally persuade her to cancel her sister’s visit.
No such luck.
“Fine,” I submit, bowing my head against her shoulder. I don’t want her crying again and if she wants to maybe make amends with her sister then so be it. Doesn’t mean that I’m going to be happy about it, but I’m not going to make this any harder for her than it already is. “When’s she coming?”
“Tomorrow. I’m to set up, like, a dinner for her tomorrow evening.”
Tomorrow evening. Our date night.
She’s cooking dinner for the woman who fucked her fiancé behind her back on our date night.
I nod my head, a numb anger coursing through my veins.
“Okay,” I say quietly, my voice void of emotion.
“Mitch,” she says, twisting so that we can look at each other. “Don’t be mad at me,” she begs.
I shake my head and then brush my palms over her cheeks, wiping away the remnants of her tear stains. “I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at everyone else.”
I lean down so that she can reach my mouth and this time when we kiss it’s gentle. It’s me saying that I know we didn’t agree on this one but I still want to comfort her in any way that a partner can.
Which reminds me.
“You don’t have any furniture in your kitchen,” I murmur, pulling away from her.
She pulls me right back down and parts her lips, making it damn well impossible for me to not slip my tongue right inside and rub her up in the way I know she needs.
So much for gentle.
“No table, no chairs,” I say hoarsely as she tugs at the neckline of my work shirt to try and get a look down at my pecs.
“Make me some?” she asks breathlessly, and it’s so sweet, so Harper, that I can’t help but laugh, nodding my head and dipping back down for another kiss.
“I’ll get them to you first thing, baby,” I murmur against her.
“And maybe… maybe stop by? Tomorrow evening?” she asks. “She’ll probably be here from six ’til eight, that time-frame roughly. So maybe just before she leaves you could… come round? For a bit of moral support. Unless that’s stupid, in which case–”
“I’ll be there,” I rasp, and then I give her our last kiss of the evening.
I’ve got some work to do.
Chapter 15
Harper
