The only number I knew by heart was my dad’s and there was no way I was calling him to tell him where I was and that I needed help.
I tried Nic again.
“Hello?” a voice that was definitely not Nic’s answered on the other line.
“Oh hi, sorry—wrong number.” I hung up and tried switching the numbers again.
No luck.
Feeling defeated, I sat back on the smaller, far-end sofa and yawned. I set an alarm on Troy’s phone knowing there was no way his hungover self was going to be up before me tomorrow morning. I planned to be out of here before he knew it.
6
Isplashedcoldwateron my face and rinsed my eyes, shaking my head before taking a good long look in the mirror. I was definitely awake and alert.
I took a breath before marching back out into my living room.
Yep. Still here.
Harper Maxwell was indeed spread across my sofa wearing my clothes. And asleep. Her wavy blond hair scattered over a navy blue pillow and the only thing crossing my mind at that moment was whether it was soft enough for her head. Not what on earth she was doing here. She was curled to the side with my cell phone on the floor next to her.
What in the actual—?
An alarm went off on my phone and it started buzzing around the hardwood floor, waking sleeping beauty.
Harper sprang to a ninety-degree angle, scanning her surroundings and yelped when she found me leaning an elbow against my kitchen counter, watching her.
“Good heavens,” she gasped, her hand flying to her chest. “So creepy.”
I blinked as no better response came to mind.
She shoved aside the throw blanket and pushed herself up. “Sorry…you’re probably wondering why I’m here.”
I breathed an internal sigh of relief that I wasn’t crazy. That I hadn’t hit my head recently, blacking out the part where I’d invited Harper into my apartment. Whatever the hell she was doing here, I needed to snap out of it and focus because Harper began rambling a mile a minute.
“I locked myself out of my car when I walked you to your building last night and the doorman couldn’t help me and my clothes were soaked and well…you did offer a clean shirt, so…”
I held up my hand. “Stop.” She blinked and her eyes went wide. “What are you talking about? What happened last night?”
“Oh—oh um.” She licked her lips in hesitation. “You don’t remember, then that makes this super awkward.”
My eyes trailed to the ceiling, as though I could see through to the floor above me. I had the feeling Troy had something to do with this.
“Just tell me what you’re doing here, Harper,” I barked. It wasn’t meant to come out so harshly, it was more gravitated toward the brother I needed to go see asap.
“Stop yelling at me like I’m trespassing. You’re the one who stormed into my job yesterday demanding to see who wrote that article.”
My jaw locked and I looked down, preparing myself. “What else did I do?”
“You were drunk and almost got yourself arrested. I tried to get you to leave but ended up hauling you back here.”
“Here?”
“Well no. I asked your doorman to take you up. But I locked my keys in my car and couldn’t get anyone to come out to help after hours.”
I scanned her in my clothes again. Hating how much I liked it. I shut my eyes so I could try and focus. Because I was picturing her undressing from the wet clothes that were currently laid over the bar chairs, still damp.
“It poured last night, didn’t it?” my voice was hoarse.
