Page 86 of Wilde Secrets

The other man nodded and lifted his hand for a fist bump. “Scout’s honor.”

Logan laughed at that. King was covered in tattoos, even the backs of his hands and his knuckles, and the sides of his head where the hair was cut military short showed even his skull was tattooed. He was the furthest thing from Logan’s image of a boy scout.

Feeling a little more at ease and like he had found an ally, Logan gestured to the barn where he had his home gym set up. “Want to see the gym?”

King’s eyes lit up. “Yeah? I’m about to tear my hair out. Show me what you’ve got.”

ChapterTwenty-Nine

Harper

“I’m so glad to see you,” Isla said once the two men had left. She rounded the island and threw her arms around Harper, hugging her tight.

The relief Harper had experienced when Isla and King had arrived had almost floored her. Hearing her sister was fine was one thing, but seeing Isla for herself was entirely different. That was all she wanted.

Harper had woken up early and hadn’t been able to get back to sleep. So she had left Logan sleeping and was downstairs reading a book for close to an hour when she’d heard tires on the gravel drive.

She’d opened the door and had been relieved to see Isla was her usual bouncy self, King trailing behind her like he wished he was anywhere else. But what was new?

They had only just sat down at the kitchen island, Harper putting cups of coffee in front of Isla and King when Logan had made his grand entrance.

Harper’s cheeks went hot at the thought. What a way to introduce your?—

What was Logan to her, anyway?

Lover? Boyfriend? What did it matter? She was leaving.

Isla pulled back from their hug, breaking Harper’s reverie. “So…” she waggled her eyebrows. “Are you going to tell me about Mr. Hung Like A Horse?”

Harper snorted and swatted at Isla with her hand. “Come on, I don’t kiss and tell.”

Isla tilted her head to one side, a look of surprise on her face. “So you have kissed him?” She emphasized the word ‘kissed’ so Harper had no doubt that wasn’t what she’d meant.

“No comment.”

“See, that’s what you should have said to that woman in the bathroom.”

Harper’s mood shattered and she slumped onto one of the kitchen stools. “I know. I’m so sorry. I don’t know how I can make it up to you.”

Isla laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”

Harper slowly shook her head. “No. Why would I joke about this? I’ve ruined your career?—”

Isla flapped a hand in dismissal. “Oh, please. Ruined schmuined. It wasn’t my career anyway.”

Harper blinked. What was going on? She was completely lost.

“Ok,” Isla took pity on her and perched on one of the kitchen stools, turning so their knees almost bumped. “I need you to tell me exactly what dad said to you.”

“When?”

Harper’s eyebrows knitted. It was all such a blur, how was she going to remember any of that.

“When he sent you away after the gala dinner in Boston.”

Harper thought back. “He didn’t speak to me until the next day.”

“What did he say?”

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