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She waves excitedly at a few of her colleagues before turning back to me, unaware that even when she isn’t looking at them no-one else can look away.
“That wasn’t so bad,” she admits, wrapping her arms up around my neck.
I smile down at her and caress the small of her back.
“But I think as soon as I’ve said ‘hey’ to the crew over there we should go.” She bites at her lip, checking that I understand what she’s referring to. I do, but she adds on anyway, “I just don’t want to bump into–”
“Harper?”
A voice comes from behind us and I feel my back muscles lock and tighten. It’s a guy’s voice, and from the sudden loss of colour in Harper’s cheeks I’m pretty certain that I know who it is.
It’s her ex fiancé. Our eyes remain locked in on each other, Harper’s hands suddenly trembling at the back of my neck and my body rigid and unmoving.
It doesn’t matter. He takes a step closer and coughs to get Harper’s attention.
That getsmyattention. I grimace and glance down at him, wondering in what universe he thinks that he has the right to cough anywhere near my future fucking wife.
Harper takes a deep breath, lowers her arms from my neck, and turns to face him.
I don’t move an inch, keeping my hands nice and secure around her hips.
“Evan,” she says, and she gives him a begrudging half-smile, a cute dimple popping in her cheek. And I must have lost my mind because I feel protective about it. I don’t want this guy looking at her damn dimple.
“How, uh, how’s things?” he asks her, his eyes flickering between Harper’s face and mine. I take a calm inhalation and stare blankly back at him.
“They’re great,” Harper says, her tone even. It’s the kind of tone that saysI don’t want to talk to you, asshole.
I give her hip a gentle rub with my thumb.Good girl.
He stares back at her, his expression faltering and his eyebrows twitching with confusion as he reads Harper’s emotions. He’s probably never seen this side to her before.
It’s the only side to her that he’ll ever see again.
“Uh, aren’t you going to ask me how I am?” he asks, his arms folding defensively across his chest.
Harper doesn’t blink. “No.”
I look away to hide my smirk and Harper presses her body closer into mine.
“Didn’t your mom tell you?” Her ex shifts on his feet in discomfort, glancing around like he’s looking for back up. “Didn’t she tell you that, you know…?”
Harper allows him to sweat before she finishes his sentence for him.
“That you broke up with my sister? Yes, she told me. I’m not sure what kind of response you’re expecting for that one.”
He takes a step closer and I’m instantly on high alert. He meets my eyes and I give him a look that readsnot one more step, buddy.
He pauses on the spot but I can see that he’s growing agitated. I glance down at his hand and a plain engagement band glints back at me.
Prick.
“I think we should have this conversation in private,” he says sharply, and then he gives me what I assume he thinks to be a meaningful glare.
I watch him with vacant disinterest until he looks away.
“I don’t think we need to have a conversation,” Harper replies, shrugging a little. “You moved on, and now so have I.”
His eyes fly back to Harper’s, incredulousness blazing behind his irises. “You can’t be serious,” he says, his voice hysterical. “You blocked me on everything. We haven’t even had a chance to talk about this.”
