Page 88 of Wilde Secrets

That was new. Harper had become used to being the one that cheered her sister on. The tight feeling she’d had in her chest eased, and she hugged her sister back.

Isla pulled back, holding Harper by the shoulders at arm’s length. “So, what do you want to do?”

Hadn’t Logan asked her exactly the same thing? What did she want to do? She loved music and she loved writing songs, but she wasn’t sure that she wanted to be a performer. Isla had been touring since her first album came out at age seventeen, and Harper had been by her side all the way.

She was well and truly over being on the road.

Any romantic ideas about the life of a touring musician had well and truly been driven away. Harper was ready to stay in one place. To put down roots.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I just want to be happy.”

“Oof. I feel that.” Isla smiled sadly. “I’m heading back home and I kind of thought you’d come with me.”

Harper nodded. That’s what she’d thought, too. Isla smirked. “Somehow, I think you might prefer to stay?”

Harper flushed and pulled away, walking over to look across the water. She hugged herself, arms wrapped around her middle.

She did want to stay, more than anything, but that wasn’t the deal. That wasn’t what Logan said he wanted, and she wasn’t sure her heart would survive the rejection.

Wouldn’t it be better to just accept this time in Cape Wilde for what it was and move on with her life? Logan West would forever be a fond memory. Maybe one day she could think of him without her heart hurting.

She frowned. The whole reason she was here was to make things up to her dad and her sister. To write the album. She wasn’t sure she wanted to talk to her dad again, and the rest had worked itself out. Mostly. She still had that album to work on with Isla.

“It doesn’t matter what I want?—”

“Harper, please?—”

She turned to face Isla, lifting a hand to stop her sister from talking.

“No, it really doesn’t matter what I want. He doesn’t want me here. Not like that.” A stabbing through her chest made her wince.

Isla opened her mouth, but Harper gave her a look and kept her hand up.

“I’ve been working on the album for you.”

Isla rolled her eyes. “Who gives a shit about the album?”

“I do!” Harper exclaimed, realizing it was true.

She did care about the album. She’d put so much work into those songs, she’d worked harder than she had ever in her life. And she’d done it all out of love for her sister.

She didn’t want to lose all that hard work. And she was so angry at her dad for the bullshit he’d pulled on both her and Isla. She unwrapped her arms and smoothed her hands over the fabric of her top.

“He shouldn’t get away with it.” Harper flexed her fingers and unclenched her jaw. “He’s our dad. How could he do that to us?”

Isla nodded, eyes shining. “Alright,” Isla said, her voice soft. “What’s the plan?”

Harper smiled grimly. Even if she had to leave Cape Wilde, she could at least salvage something from this time and help Isla get her career back on track. The first album she’d help Isla record, and with her own name as songwriter.

Wasn’t this what she had always wanted?

ChapterThirty

Logan

It was late morning by the time Logan and King flopped onto the gym floor. Logan handed a bottle of water to King, who took it with a grunt Logan took to mean thank you.

Even though he knew Harper was leaving with him, he couldn’t hate the guy. He was obviously as gone for Harper’s sister as Logan was for Harper.

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