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He didn’t realize he’d stopped humming along until she opened her eyes, meeting his as she gave a little dance on the seat and sang the last line with laughing eyes.

He felt like he’d been punched.

I love her.

He was in love with Harper Holden. And he would do whatever he could to help her achieve her dream.

Even if it meant losing her forever.

ChapterTwenty-Five

Harper

She couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. She had sung. She had actually sung in front of Logan, and she hadn’t fainted or thrown up like the last time she’d tried to sing in front of an audience.

One person isn’t an audience.

Harper willed the little voice to shut up. It didn’t matter to her that she’d sung in front of only one person. She’dsung. And damned if she wasn’t going to ride that high as long as she could.

She gave a little squeal, her cheeks hurting from how wide she was smiling, and leaned across the center console to kiss Logan.

Something dug into her side, but she didn’t care. Her hands framed his face, the stubble of his ever-present whiskers soft under her fingers as she cupped his cheeks, drawing his face closer to hers.

“Thank you,” she said softly, before pressing her lips against his in the briefest of kisses. Thank you, the kiss said. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for listening to what I wasn’t saying. Thank you for?—

Another knock at the window had Harper jerking her hands away.

“Are you two going to stay in there kissing all night?” Rowan’s amused voice was muffled from the glass.

At least he had the presence of mind to knock on Logan’s window this time and not Harper’s. She scowled at him and mimed walking away with her fingers. He grinned and pulled a face.

Harper shook her head and rolled her eyes.

Was this what it would have been like to have a brother?

“We don’t have to go.” Logan said, ignoring Rowan, who was miming kissing as if he were thirteen and not in his thirties.

Harper leaned forward to look around Logan’s wide shoulders, catching sight of Rowan as he turned his back to them and wrapped his arms around himself, pretending to kiss an invisible partner.

“He’s always like this, isn’t he?”

Logan didn’t even look over his shoulder before he answered in a dry voice. “A clown? Yeah.”

What must it have been like for Logan, growing up with a twin who stole all the attention? Is that why he focused so hard on the football field?

Harper scooped up her bag, gripping the handle in a fist with white knuckles. Singing with Logan had helped. A lot. But she wasn’t there yet.

One sing-a-long in a parked truck did not erase her fear. Her stomach flip-flopped as she reached for the door’s handle.

She could do this. She didn’t need to sing. She could just sit there and watch like she had the week before. It wasn’t as if anyone would push her with Logan next to her.

And she knew, without a doubt, that he would be there next to her if she asked it of him. She huffed out a breath and stepped out into the salty evening air.

While they had been sitting in the truck, the sun had slowly dipped toward the horizon, bathing the landscape in an orange glow.

Harper took a moment to pause and take in the view. There was a lot to like about Cape Wilde. It was going to be hard to leave.

“Ready?” Logan stepped up to her shoulder, Rowan on his far side.

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