When Rhett left, there was a cell phone on the table.
“Did your cousin just leave his phone behind?” Harper asked.
Logan and Rowan pretended not to hear her.
But it was when his sister Cassie walked up to their table carrying a guitar that Harper’s eyes narrowed at Logan.
“Can I have a word with you?” She asked in a low voice. “In private?”
ChapterTwelve
Harper
Harper’s heart pounded as she tried to control her anger. She pressed her hands on the table and stood, not meeting anyone’s eyes as she turned and stalked through the cafe.
Wilde Buns was now filled with people. There was something annoying about wanting to stomp from the room but needing to shuffle past tables and excuse herself with polite smiles as she asked to squeeze past people.
Harper huffed in annoyance when she finally made her way outside, scowling at the bell that jangled cheerfully as she jerked it open and strode onto the sidewalk.
The Main Street that had been so deserted when she arrived, was now packed with cars and people. Every parking space was filled, and the little gift shops seemed to be doing a roaring trade. She stepped backwards to make way for a woman pushing a stroller, a man following with a child on his shoulders.
She turned on the spot, searching for a place to have this conversation with Logan. With a huff of frustration, she took the few steps away from the doorway to wait for the object of her annoyance. She tapped her foot, hands on her hips.
There was absolutely no way all these people just turned up with exactly what she needed. Notebooks and pens? A phone?
A guitar?
She scowled and started pacing.
How dare he tell everyone? It wasn’t his secret to tell!
The situation was already a complete mess. Why did he have to go and make it so much worse? There was no way she could keep this under wraps.
The press would hear and then it would be all over. She’d have to find somewhere else to stay and lose precious time to write. It was all going to end badly.
Very badly.
And what would her dad say?
Harper stopped her pacing and pressed a hand to her chest, gasping for breath. The sun was warm on her skin, but the chill note in the breeze had her shivering. Harper wrapped her arms around herself as she sagged against the side of the building.
She had been given one chance to fix this. One chance to prove that she could be trusted. That things could go back to the way they were. But she’d done what? Gone and spilled her guts to the first person she’d spent more than five minutes with?
God, she was pathetic.
How was she going to fix this mess now?
She squeezed her eyes shut and took a shuddering breath. “What a disaster.”
The shop door opened, the happy little jangle of the bell breaking through Harper’s pity party. She glanced up, watching as Logan stepped out onto the sidewalk. He adjusted the ball cap that sat on top of his slightly too long hair. Hair that curled around the edges of the cap in a way that made her fingers itch to touch it.
She curled her hands into fists and jammed them at her sides, scowling.
Logan rubbed at the scruff on his jaw with one hand as he considered her with thoughtful green eyes.
Harper shifted from foot to foot, trying to find the words. She was so, so angry, but now she was out here with Logan she wasn’t entirely sure at who, or what exactly. She pursed her lips and paced past the glass window of Wilde Buns, stopping before she reached Logan.
He dropped a shoulder to lean against the wooden side of the building. His ball cap was pulled down low, and he kicked the ground with the toe of his boot before looking up at her.
