“I really had to pee—and why didn’t you tell me my hair was a wreck?”
I smiled, I happened to love her loose, wild waves and very much liked the fact that she hadn’t changed much since high school. Most girls dyed or permed their hair, but the rich, silkiness in Harper’s remained untainted.
“Remind me why we raced out again?”
I shrugged one shoulder. “This place gets booked up fast.”
Harper looked around the half empty restaurant and nodded. “Ah good thing, then.” The sarcasm in her tone made me grin.
“I ordered for us.”
“Perfect,” she said as she stared out the large window to admire the view.
“You don’t mind?”
“No. I’m sure it will be fine,” she muttered as our coffees were set in front of us.
“Hey, how long do you think it’ll take to walk that bridge?”
I took a sip, following her gaze. “That depends. If you’re strolling like a tourist, probably close to an hour. If you’re racing to the office, or jogging, more like twenty-five to thirty.”
“You’ve done it?”
I laughed. “No. I’ve biked it.”
She tore her head from the scene across the water thoughtfully.
“Why do you ask?”
“It’s on my list,” she answered without hesitation.
I drew back. “There’s a list?”
“Oh there’s a list,” she said setting her mug down. “And you’re on it.”
I chewed the inside of my lip as I studied her. “Tell me more. Would this list happen to be why you’re back in town and I lost my favorite shirt?”
She laughed. “I am sorry you lost your shirt.”
“Hmm. What about my pants? Are you sorry I lost those?”
She laughed again and I knew I would never tire of seeing her light up this way.
“I…”
Becky laid our food down as Harper turned bright pink. “Enjoy,” she offered before walking away.
“This looks perfect, but way more than I need to eat.”
“It’s the sampler breakfast, best option when I can’t make up my mind. So the pants, could we get back to that?” I teased.
Her head snapped back up. “No. I am not sorry you lost anything that night. I was a girl on a mission and you had it coming.” There was a glint in her eye, like she was testing me or something. I knew the look well.
But nothing about what she was saying was suspicious and I needed to stop analyzing the women I dated as I did with the people I worked with.
I cleared my throat and leaned in, whispering. “Your execution needed work.”
She huffed from her nose and reached for her water to hide her smile.
