Page 22 of The Lighthouse on Plum Island
“I think you’d better get over to my placenow!” Harriet ordered.
“Okay!” Brad’s heart jolted as he slid into the car’s back seat and told his driver where to go. “I’m on my way.”
As they drove off, Brad didn’t see the person standing across the road staring at him. They pulled up outside Harriet’s house in the Upper East Side. The car had barely stopped when the front door flew open, and Harriet stood silhouetted beneath the door frame.
“She looks angry,” Brad’s driver commented as he opened the back door for Brad.
“She does.” Brad agreed, his frown deepening as he walked up the stairs to face Harried. “What’s going on?”
“Are you crazy?” Harriet’s eyes blazed angrily at him, and that’s when he saw the rolled-up document in her hands.
“What’s going on?” Brad asked her, confused.
“Here, I printed the latest headlines from a few tabloid blogs.” Harriet shoved the document at him before spinning and marching into the house.
Brad followed her, unrolling the documents. His eyes widened as he saw the latest story.
Duking Dawn and Blindsided Brad have hung up their differences—BrayDawn back together.
The picture of Brad and Dawn posing for the photographer on the Blackwell’s yacht was splashed all over the pages. He shook his head and drew in a breath.
“This is not what it seems,” Brad told Harriet, following her into one of the many living rooms. He slammed the pages onto the coffee table. “We were posing for the compulsory birthday memory album.”
“Really?” Harriet drawled in disbelief. “Then explain this.”
She shuffled through the papers and pointed to a picture of Brad and Dawn hugging on the steps of her Soho apartment.
So, this is why Brad has been sighted in Soho for the past week.
“What the…” Brad hissed, his blood running cold as he shoved the page away and looked at Harriet.
“You have had that—” Harriet splayed her hand out and circled it at his face, “thing going on with your face lately.” Her eyes narrowed. “You know that look you get when you’re all starry-eyed over a woman.”
“I’m not starry-eyed over anyone!” Brad plonked down on the sofa opposite Harriet and ran his hand through his hair.
“Your father is going to freak!” Harriet warned him. “You’d better have a good explanation ready for tomorrow.”
“Maybe he won’t see this!” Brad knew he was grasping at straws.
“Who do you think called me to tell me about it?” Harriet sat back, shaking her head. “Brad, we need Dawn to write the script for this series.”
“I know!” Brad assured her. “And for the record, Dawn and I started to patch things up tonight.”
“What?” Harriet looked at him in disbelief. “I thought you said this wasnotwhat it seems.”
“It’s not.” Brad realized he’d worded his last sentence wrong. “I apologized. Dawn and I have called a truce, and we spoke about what happened.”
Harriet sat staring at him through narrowed eyes for a few seconds.
“Seriously?” Harriet’s gaze didn’t waver.
“Yes.” Brad nodded. “Dawn and I have started to move past our last encounter.” He glanced at the articles on the table. “Although I’m not sure what she’ll think about those.”
“I’ll handle it.” Harriet sighed. “This is why I’m so glad I don’t have photographers hounding me.”
“Only because they’re scared of you.” Brad laughed at the look she shot at him. He looked at the documents on the table. “Dawn said the picture would be out in the world by tomorrow.” He sighed and flopped back against the sofa. “Thanks to the internet, it would be out within a few seconds.”
“Yup!” Harriet drew in a breath. “Welcome to the age of big brother.”
