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Brett nodded. “I was there.”

“Well, you should’ve been more careful about leaving evidence behind.”

“Harper.” He stepped forward until he was within five feet of her.

“Stop!” She held the pepper spray up.

His eyes widened again, and he held his hand out. “Wait, Harper. I had nothing to do with Logan’s truck fire. I went there after the fact because I heard about it on the news. I was worried for your safety. If someone was out to get Logan, then you could’ve been in danger too. I used my connections to help the cops find the guys who set the actual fire.”

“You probably found them because you were the one to hire them.” She placed her finger on the trigger and held it up as he started to move closer. “I’m warning you.”

“Believe me. I didn’t do it, Harper.”

He took one step too many, and she pressed down, releasing the spray straight into his eyes.

“Argh!” He grabbed his face and keeled over in pain. “Why did you do that?”

“I warned you to stay back.”

“Have you lost your mind?” he cried.

Harper’s phone rang then with a call from Logan. She answered on the first ring. “Logan.”

“Hey, beautiful. How are … what is that noise? Is someone crying?”

“It’s Brett. I pepper-sprayed him. I need to hang up and call 911.”

“What’s going on? Did he hurt you, Harper?” His voice was panicked.

“No, but he lied about your truck, so I sprayed him.”

“I didn’t touch his truck!” Brett growled from behind his hands.

“What about my truck?” Logan asked.

“I know he’s the one who hired those guys to burn your truck,” Harper explained.

“What are you talking about, Harper?”

“I found one of Brett’s gum wrappers at the scene of the crime, and he admitted he was there. He even gave up the guys he hired to do the damage to the cops.”

“I didn’t hire them!” Brett yelled.

“Harper, it wasn’t Brett.”

Her stomach instantly dropped. “Excuse me?”

“Brett didn’t do it.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Harper wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly.

“It was Harry,” Logan replied. “Remember the guy that tried to beat me up for parking in his spot?”

She did remember. “Not Brett?”

“Not Brett.”

“Not me!” Brett cried.

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