Page 30 of Wilde Secrets

“You’re angry,” he said.

She scoffed as she threw her hands in the air and took the final step toward him. She lifted her index finger and poked him in the chest.

“Damn right I’m angry!”

Poke. Poke. Poke.

He didn’t move, just watched her with steady eyes.

“You can’t just go around telling people my secrets!”

He pushed off the wall and leaned closer. Harper took a step back before she could catch herself.

“I didn’t.”

His words were said low and slow, as if he was barely holding back his own frustration. She wanted to believe him, she really did. But if experience had taught her anything it’s that actions were to be believed, not words.

People lied all the time, why should Logan be any different?

“Sure.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. “Because that makes so much sense.”

“Don’t do that.”

She blinked. “Do what?”

He took his cap off and ran a hand through his hair before settling it back on his head. He sighed and shook his head slightly. “You’re better than that.”

She reared back, pulling her hand away to hug herself. “What are you talking about?”

He looked away. “The people from that world. The one with all the games people play? Where money and status means everything? You’re not like that. You’re better than that.”

Harper paused, her mouth open and a sarcastic retort on her tongue. How could this man who had known her for only a day see her in a way that nobody else did? Her carefully cultivated facade of the happy sister who faded into the background had been ripped away.

He’dripped it away.

She rubbed at her sternum with the heel of her hand, trying to get rid of the ache that had settled there. She was reading way more into this than there was, that’s all. How could he possibly understand her after such a short amount of time?

“You don’t know me,” she said, but her words lacked heat. She was stating a fact rather than accusing him of anything.

He turned his head and leveled her with a look. A arched eyebrow. A twist of his lips. “Does anyone know you?”

She jerked. “Ouch.”

“Sorry, that was unfair.” Frowning, he, pushed off the wall and took a step toward her, his hand lifted as if he was going to touch her, but dropped it just as quickly.

She tried not to notice how his forearms flexed as he did so. His wrists were thick, and his hands were huge. She remembered what those hands had felt like as he had held her hand.

He’d held her hand.

He’d helped her into town so she could sort out her problems.

He’d given up time working on his home for her.

Logan had even called in favors from his relatives just to help her.

But why?

“Why are you doing this?”

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