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He looked slowly from the paper to the woman sitting beside him. “Yeah. He’s my brother.”

ChapterSix

Harper

“Your brother?” This was the first good news she’d had all day, and she smiled brightly, which only made his frown deepen. Strange.

“So, can you take me to him?” She asked eagerly, but the hulking bear of a man next to her pressed his lips together and didn’t answer.

They were still sitting in the truck near her wrecked car. The man might be huge and a bit intimidating with the scowl he was giving her, but he had given her a blanket and retrieved her bags from the car.

Should she trust him?

Harper was torn. She needed to find West’s house, but she didn’t know anything about the man in the driver’s seat. He said he was West’s brother, but she knew nothing about either of them to know if it was a lie or the truth.

Harper’s shoulders tightened. How was she ever going to get through this if she didn’t know who she could trust?

She chewed on her thumbnail, thinking it over.

She promised to write an album’s worth of songs in three weeks. If she had to find another place to stay, it would eat into the precious little time she had left.

She shot him another look. If Logan told the press—or even just mentioned her to someone who did—it might force her to move on anyway, even if he really was West’s brother. She looked down the road. Not a single car had passed since she’d driven through Cape Wilde, and this was clearly a remote area. It wasn’t as if she had many choices.

“Can you take me to him?” she asked again.

Logan narrowed his eyes at her. “It depends. What do you want with my brother?”

“Isn’t that my business?” she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. The wet sweater clung to her breasts and quickly uncrossed her arms, grabbing the blanket’s edges and pulling it around her instead.

“If you don’t tell me, I won’t take you to him.”

Harper glanced out the window at the rain, which was still coming down heavily. Damn the man, he knew she had to tell him something. But should she tell him the truth? Deciding that a half-truth was better than nothing, she looked back at him and sighed.

“A…friend of mine said West would let me stay for a few days.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “A friend.”

“Yeah. Someone who served with West.”

“So you’re not…” He cleared his throat and looked out the window.

Harper’s brows knit in confusion. “I’m not what?”

He cleared his throat again, and though it was hard to tell in the dim truck interior, she thought his cheeks had reddened slightly.

“You’re not seeing Mason,” he said, as though stating a fact, but looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Seeing him?” Harper blinked. If she had seen Mason, she wouldn’t be in this mess.

Unless… oh.

“You think I’m dating your brother?” she asked, incredulous.

His fingers drummed on the steering wheel. “Well, are you?”

She burst out laughing. Of all the things on her mind, finding a boyfriend was the last thing she wanted.

“No. I’ve never even met West…err, Mason.”

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