Page 24 of Wilde Secrets

“It’s a good thing you weren’t,” Logan said.

Harper turned wide eyes to him, and he must have seen something in her expression as he gave her a concerned look.

“Are you all right?” He gently tipped her chin up to meet her eyes. His hand was warm on her skin.

She nodded. “Yeah. It’s just been a rough few days.” Her broken laugh bordered on hysterical. “You know, the entire reason I came out here was because my dad wanted me out of the way.”

Logan’s brows drew together in a scowl. “What?”

Harper snorted and wrapped her arms around herself. “And now Isla won’t talk to me. My dad hasn’t really been my dad for a long time. He’s Isla’s manager, really.”

Logan let out a low growl and ran his hand through his hair, turning away.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

He shook his head, and she frowned. She would never understand men.

“He’s given me three weeks to write Isla’s next album.”

Logan turned back toward her. “Three weeks? Is that even possible?”

She shrugged. “It had better be, or I don’t know what’s going to happen. He’s made promises to Isla’s record company.” Harper shook her head, still not quite believing the impossible timeline she’d been given. “I usually work with Isla, bounce ideas off her. I’ve never worked entirely on my own. I’m not sure I can.”

Logan looked as if he wanted to say something, but he pressed his lips together and walked back to the truck. Harper followed, climbing into the passenger seat after Logan opened the door for her.

“So that’s why I came here. King sent me to your brother to get away for a few days. And then my dad told me I had three weeks…”

And now everything was piling up. One day less, and no songs written. Just when she thought things couldn’t get worse, they did. King’s words echoed. The only thing she could do was take it one day at a time.

“What are you going to do?” Logan asked.

Harper shrugged. “The only thing I can do. Write the songs.”

ChapterTen

Logan

Logan was lost in thought as they drove back to the house. If his father had still been alive there was no way he would treat any of his children like Harper’s father treated her. Maybe he thought that because of everything they had lost, but Harper’s family hadn’t been immune to grief either.

Logan glanced at the woman in the passenger seat. Her chin was propped on her hand as she stared out the window. Her blonde hair had dried in waves that fell past her shoulders, and he wondered if her hair was as soft as it looked. He dragged his eyes away from her and focused on carefully picking his way back along the debris-strewn road.

If he was really honest with himself, he didn’t need to drive this slowly, but spending time in the same space as Harper was strangely appealing.

Looks like you’ll be spending a lot more time with her.

The annoyance he usually felt when someone else was in his space was absent. Ever since he’d finished college, he’d actively avoided living with people. His thoughts drifted back to when everything changed. If his brother Dan hadn’t taken their father’s truck that night over ten years ago, would he have returned to Cape Wilde?

It didn’t matter. Decisions had been made. Lives had been torn apart, and things were as they were.

Logan knew he had a reputation for being something of a loner, a man who only talked when he really felt the need to, and only came to town when he absolutely had to.

But with Harper? It was no hardship to have her near him, which was a pleasant surprise.

He shrugged to himself. It would probably pass; it was only for a few days anyway. The water didn’t usually take too long to go down.

The morning passed quickly. Harper disappeared upstairs to his bedroom to work on her music and Logan kept busy doing odd jobs around the place.

When the power came back on it was a whole other story.

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