Page 12 of Wilde Secrets

She chewed her lip, indecision clear on her face.

“Stop!” Harper cried. “There it is.”

She pointed off the road to where a gray hatchback had slid into a tree. No wonder he hadn’t seen it—a car that color was nearly invisible in the storm against the dark trees.

Logan parked the truck and jumped out. “Stay here. I’ll see what I can find.”

She nodded, clearly happy to remain in the truck’s warm, dry interior.

He slid down the small slope, his boots finding purchase on the wet ground. Logan was thankful he didn’t land on his ass in the mud—he was already soaked through.

“You’ve done well, princess,” he muttered under his breath as he surveyed the damage.

The car was a complete write-off. There was no way she was driving it anywhere. He noticed a rental company’s sticker on the back window as he tried to open the trunk.

He managed to retrieve a suitcase and a small duffel by pulling down the back seats and reaching into the trunk from inside the car. Logan heaved the bags up the slope, clambering up after them. He opened the rear door of his truck and tossed the bags onto the seat.

Climbing back into the cab, he ran a hand over his head, slicking back his wet hair.

“How did you know I had bags?”

“You’re not from around here, and that’s a rental. I figured you wouldn’t have come empty-handed.” He shrugged. “No use leaving them there. The ditch might flood by morning, and your stuff would be ruined.”

She nodded, and her eyes filled with tears.

“Hey.” Logan reached over to pat her shoulder awkwardly. “It’s going to be okay.”

Harper’s bottom lip wobbled, and her eyes overflowed. Logan’s heart clenched. He had always hated seeing people suffering. She took a ragged breath in and let out a sob.

“It can’t be all that bad,” he said. “I’m sure you can get another rental and get where you need to go.”

She shot him a look.

“Okay, it can be all that bad.”

Harper laughed through her tears, and something squeezed in Logan’s chest at the sight of her watery smile lighting up her face, even a small amount.

She took a shuddering breath and turned a little to face him. “I was—I mean, I’m looking for West.”

Logan froze, the smile falling from his face.

Nobody called Logan by his last name. Not since he stopped playing football. So there’s no way she meant him.

That left only one other person in his family—in the West family—who had ever gone by the name West.

What did she want with his brother?

“I was given this,” Harper dug into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a wet piece of paper. She handed it to him.

He took it and unfolded it. The paper was damp, and the ink had run, but he could still read the words.

“West. Beaver Lane. Cape Wilde.”

He frowned. What did this woman want with Mason? He’d never known Mason to have a girlfriend that he’d liked enough to bring home since he’d discharged from the Marines.

Logan stared at the note, something twisting inside him at the thought that Harper might be his brother’s girlfriend.

“Do you know him?” she asked, and he realized he had read the note aloud.

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