He just shook his head and strode toward the door to Wilde Buns. She frowned and looked where he was staring through the window of the bakery.
To where his brother and sister stood watching them, sipping their coffee and smiling.
What were they grinning about?
Her and Logan? She snorted. Oh she was not falling in love with this flannel-clad mountain man type.
No way. Uh, uh.
ChapterThirteen
Logan
He should have known his siblings couldn’t keep from sticking their noses into his business.
Well, not his business. Harper’s business.
He sighed and pressed his lips into a line, schooling his expression into the unemotional mask perfected from years of practice.
It might be over a decade since he’d been in the spotlight, but Logan would never forget how having your every move critiqued could feel.
His chest tightened as he thought of what Harper must have gone through—must still be going through. It’s the least he could do to not make it worse for her. He would give her a place to stay until Mason got back from wherever he’d gone this time.
He held the door open for Harper, nodding in reply when she smiled her thanks. As they approached their table, both Cassie and Rowan stopped talking and pulled their heads apart.
Not suspicious at all.
They smiled in greeting and Logan glared at them over the top of Harper’s head.
Rowan picked up the loaned phone from the table and offered it to Harper who took it hesitantly.
“I got your SIM card out of your old phone and popped it in this one. If you’re okay with me taking your old one, I can see if I can dry it out for you?”
Harper looked up from the phone to Logan and he nodded.
Had she even realized she was already looking to Logan for support?
He shouldn’t feel so good about that. He really shouldn’t.
It’s only temporary. She’ll be gone in a few days—a week at most—and will forget about you. Don’t read too much into it.
“Thank you. That would be really great. Are you sure you don’t mind?”
Rowan shook his head. “Not at all. I tinker with stuff like this all the time.”
That was true. He might be most known for his brutal-looking, welded scrap metal sculptures, but Rowan also had a knack for fine details.
Logan pulled out Harper’s chair and shot a look at Rowan, daring him to say something. His irritating brother just smiled innocently.
He’d better not think this was anything more than helping a friend of a friend of Mason’s.
Anyone would do it.
If he kept telling himself that, maybe he’d start to believe it.
Harper sat and Logan took the only empty seat, which just happened to be next to her.
Cassie pulled her hand out from under her chin and stretched across the table to shake Harper’s hand. “I’m Cassie, Logan’s sister.”
