His lips thinned into a line and he stared across the street. Harper bet he wasn’t looking at anything in particular, he was lost in thought. He rubbed a hand over his face and sighed. “You need some help. That’s all.”
Harper frowned. He might act like anyone would do what he’d done, but she knew that wasn’t the case. There was more to Logan than he was admitting. More to why he was helping her.
She just hoped it wouldn’t bite her in the ass.
“Harper?”
“Yeah?”
“I didn’t tell anyone who you are or any of what you told me,” he said. His eyes held hers steadily as if he was pleading with her to believe him.
“Ok.” She nodded.
“I asked. They helped. That’s it.”
Harper tilted her head to one side and considered him. “I still find that hard to believe. There has to be something in it for them.”
There always is a catch. People don’t just help for no reason.
“Not everything has a catch, princess. Maybe they just want to help.”
Something unfurled in her chest at the pet name and she couldn’t help the blush that heated her cheeks.
“Why is that so hard to believe?” He asked.
She smiled grimly. “Where I come from, people just don’t do that. A phone? A guitar?”
He looked at her with pity. “This isn’t where you’re from, Harper. People around here just like to help.”
She turned and looked down the street to the ocean. A seagull squawked as it flew overhead. Harper closed her eyes and breathed in the salty smell of the ocean air.
The anger she was trying so hard to hold onto had long since disappeared and she shivered as the breeze picked up, despite her sweater.
She didn’t realize that Logan moved closer until he reached out and tipped her chin up with one finger. Her eyes flew open at his touch and she swayed toward him slightly.
“Will you let me help you, Harper?”
Her tongue wet her bottom lip, and she nibbled at it with her teeth. What did she have to lose? She had already reached rock bottom. Less than three weeks now until her life was truly over.
Unless she could get that album written.
She nodded, and this time it was Logan who leaned in closer. They were so close that if she were to sway onto her toes her breasts would have brushed his chest.
What would it be like if he kissed her? What would his lips feel like on hers?
“Say the words, princess.” Logan’s voice dropped almost to a growl, his eyes fierce as he watched her intently.
Harper shivered. She could feel his breath on her cheek. His face was so close all she’d need to do was rise up on her toes and wrap her arms around his neck. She jerked herself from the daydream.
“Yes. I’ll let you help. I—” She swallowed. “I need my life back.”
Logan grunted and pulled away. “That’s what this is about, Harper. Helping you get back on your feet.” Logan’s words were clipped as he straightened.
As he pulled away.
She gave herself a mental shake, trying to sort out her thoughts. She was feeling a little more herself when Logan swore under his breath.
“What?” She asked.
