Page 60 of Wilde Secrets

Harper. You’re still playing games.

Harper’s eyebrows shot up into her hair at that. What games? She continued to listen.

She’s gone and it’s your fault. You’d better have a plan to fix this mess.

She pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at it, confused. The voicemail ended and she let her hand flop to her lap, the phone held loosely as she stared off into space.

Isla must have been talking about their father. What had she said? Something about not believing whatever he said.

Logan sat down on the couch next to her. “Everything okay?”

She shook her head. “It’s so weird. I don’t know what to think.”

She explained about the messages and then played the voicemails for Logan. He listened, a serious expression on his face.

“Your dad is your sister’s manager, right?”

Harper nodded. “Yes.”

“And yours too?”

“What? No. I don’t have a manager.” She laughed.

Logan nodded. “But he gives you instructions and you follow them?”

“Well, yes.”

“Does he control when you get paid and how much?”

Harper frowned. “Yeah, but that’s because I’m Isla’s PA. That’s what I get paid for.”

Logan sighed and ran his hand over his face. “You don’t get paid for all the songwriting you do?”

“What are you suggesting?” She pressed a hand to her middle to calm her roiling stomach.

Should she have been paid for her songwriting? But that was just what she did. She helped her family. It’s what she liked to do. It made her happy.

Why would she ask for money? The salary she earned was more than enough to cover her expenses. She was thankful for what she had. It was enough. That and the love of her family was everything.

She looked across at Logan who was leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. His head was lowered, the slightly too long hair hanging over his face and hiding his eyes.

What if the love of her family wasn’t enough?

The phone in her hand leaped to life, vibrating to alert her to an incoming call. She jerked, and looked down at it, her heart leaping into her throat.

Dad.

Bile rose in her throat. She looked from the phone to Logan, who gave her an encouraging smile. She gripped his hand with her spare one and swiped to answer the call.

“Hello?”

ChapterTwenty-One

Logan

The color drained from Harper’s face as she looked at the ringing cell phone in her hand. Her fingers squeezed his so tightly he thought he’d lose circulation, but he didn’t say a word.

Logan smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring way. She needed to speak with this jerk of a father of hers and get it over with. He couldn’t understand how someone could treat their child so badly.

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