Page 52 of One Wrong Move
Andi shooed another bug away from her ear. She shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but she needed to hear how this conversation wouldend. Though she feared she knew. No way Deckard MacLeod would take her case.
“You will too,” Harper said, her tone imploring and impassioned.
“How can you be so certain?” Deckard asked.
“Because I know Andi, and I know she’s telling the truth.”
She smiled at Harper having her back—always.
“That’s what you think too?” Deckard asked.
No doubt talking to Christian.
She continued on the path, moving to join them, anxious and nervous to hear Christian’s response.
“Yes,” he said.
“How canyoube so certain?” Deckard echoed his earlier question to Harper, only this time to Christian. “You just met her.”
“You know I can sum a person up within—”
“A few minutes of meeting them. I know, and usually it’s helpful....”
“Usually?” Christian asked.
“Right now, it’s a pain in my rear.”
Around back, the stone path spilled into a beautiful, sprawling flagstone patio complete with a stone grill, a fire table, a smattering of comfy chairs, and an oversized patio sofa. Everyone had their back or side to her. All focused on the conversation at hand.
“How so?” Christian asked.
“Because between the two of you, I either work Andi’s case or I never hear the end of it.”
Andi held at the edge of the patio. What was he saying?
“So you’re going to work her case?” Christian asked, leaning forward, resting his forearms on his knees.
“Yeah. I’ll take it, but you know I work the facts, and the chance exists you might not like what I find.”
Her eyes widened as her jaw slackened. Had Deckard MacLeod just said...?
Christian’s gaze flickered up to her. “Deckard’s taking your case,” he said, beaming with a smile.
Harper stood. “And I’m going to help him.”
Deckard flickered his hands up in a questioning maneuver. “I’m sorry—what?”
“I’m going to help you,” Harper said with a wide smile of her own.
Andi remained frozen on the edge of the patio, trying to absorb what was happening.
“Look, lady, I appreciate your offer, but—”
“It’s Harper,” she reiterated.
“I’m sorry.” Deckard inclined his head. “Harper. I appreciate that she’s your friend and that you want to help, but I work alone.”
“I can see that about you, but as I was there when this happened, and considering I still work in the lab you’re going to need access to, I think it’d be a good idea if we paired up.” Harper linked her arms across her chest.
