Page 30 of Sins of the Father

Oh shit. Once again, you did something wrong.

“Harper?”

She glances around, passes the elevator, and opens the door to the stairwell.

“Harper, where are you going?”

“Stairs are good exercise.”

She rushes toward the front of the club, curving through the crowd, and exits the building.

I quickly get my phone from the check-in counter and step outside. I look around, and she’s halfway down the street.

“Harper, where are you going?”

“Home.”

“You’re going the wrong way.”

She spins and walks toward me.

“I didn’t mean to—”

She passes me.

“Harper,” I growl.

She freezes.

“I’m not sure what’s happening right now.”

“Nothing. How many blocks am I from Jamison’s?”

“It’s too far to walk, especially in your heels and at night.”

Ted pulls beside us and parks. He gets out and opens the door.

I motion to the car. “Get in.”

Her face hardens, but she slides in.

I tell Ted the address and join her.

An uncomfortable silence ensues.

Why do you always have to screw everything up?

“I’ve hurt you and—”

“We’re good.”

“How are we good right now?”

“Sometimes, it’s best to drop things. I would think after our conversation at dinner, you of all people would understand that.” She turns to the window.

My insides flip, and I’m not sure how to get back in her good graces.

Just shut your mouth so you don’t make it worse. She’s made it clear she’s done talking.

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