My voice softened as the anger worked its way out of me, “You hurt her, Dom. And nobody does that. So, fix it. You owe her an apology.”
And with that, I walked away. Garrick’s raised brow stopped me.
Leaning forward, I whispered, “Her boss’s son grabbed her ass at work yesterday. Then Dominik teased her in the way they do, he paid for her meal, then told the staff that they wouldn’t want to accept money from her because it had been stuffed into her G-string. He basically made her feel like a slut.”
And then I left.
But not before I watched with a smile on my face as Garrick punched Dominik right in the face.
I’m not weird. I’m limited edition.
– Carter to Harlee.
Chapter 5
Carter
Seeing the picture of Harlee and me on her front porch did something to me.
Because it looked so right.
Two halves of a whole finally coming together to make something perfect.
And yes, you better believe I made it my lock screen.
As for my wallpaper, I might be going to hell for that one.
It was a few summers ago when we were at the lake, on our parents’ boat.
Harlee had taken off her cutoff jean shorts and her tank top, revealing a red bikini.
Her hair was down, the wind blowing the blonde strands around.
I was staring at my phone, trying to hide that I was looking at her.
For some reason, my finger had pressed the camera app, and then when she turned her head and looked in my direction, my finger had pressed the button.
Capturing her small smile, her eyes on me, just right.
To say I was probably going to hell... well... I might be.
Because that picture had helped me in a number of ways when it was just me and my hand.
“Who is that?” I heard and then tried to hide my aggravation.
“That’s not Talia.” She continued.
“You’d know if you attended the rewards banquet a few weeks back,” Granger said at my side.
“My sister was getting married. Cleared it already.” She said with a haughtiness I didn’t know how she pulled it off.
“Anyway, who is that? If I’d known you weren’t going to bring one of your siblings, I might have changed my plans.”
I didn’t care to engage with her. It wasn’t worth it.
She was one of those people who had to have the last word in, and it didn’t matter if it was perceived as an insult or not.
She really just didn’t care.
