Harper knocked briskly on the cabin door, rubbing her hands together against the biting chill. Wyck opened it swiftly, breaking into a wide smile at the sight of her."Sorry to drop by unannounced," she said, rushing gratefully into the warmth."You're always welcome here," he assured her, helping remove her coat before drawing her close for a lingering kiss.The clearing of a throat had Harper twisting her head, pulling herself from Wyck's lips, flushed and breathless. A dark-haired man stood awkwardly nearby, files tucked under his arm."Uh, hi there." Harper gave a little uncomfortable wave."Harper, this is my business partner Davis." Wyck gave his friend a pointed look. "He was just leaving. Weren't you, Davis?"Davis shuffled the files and shot out a hand. "Nice to finally meet you, Harper. Wyck's told me a lot about you."Shaking the proffered hand, Harper shot a glance at Wyck. "He has, huh?""You'd better get in touch with that guy about the thing before he goes home, Davis."
Sometime later, Harper awoke, Wyck's heart thumping slowly under her ear. She lay there for several long moments, listening to the beat, lost in her memories of all the times she had woken up in this same position, feeling completely relaxed, sated, and loved. Though she hated to move, her throat was as dry as a desert and she desperately wanted a drink. Slipping ever so carefully from Wyck's arms, she stood and searched for something to wrap around herself to counter the chill in the air. By the moonlight slanting through the large windows of the bedroom, she spied Wyck's shirt, and slipped it over her head. She pulled the fabric of the collar to her nose and sniffed enjoying the pure masculine scent of him that still lingered there. Smiling to herself, she padded to the kitchen on legs that were still a bit shaky, and found a bottle of water in the fridge. Cracking it open, she glanced idly at the paperwork strewn across the table as she sipped.Her eyes caught on the words "Ward
The morning after her disastrous night with Wyck, Harper could barely drag herself from bed. Her head pounded from crying and her heart felt like a lead weight in her chest. All she wanted was to pull the covers over her head and hide from the world.A knock interrupted her despair. Before she could respond, Elizabeth barged in, Brenna on her heels. One look at Harper's ravaged face had Elizabeth swearing under her breath."That bastard Wyck did this, didn't he?" she seethed, sitting next to Harper on the bed. "I knew he couldn't be trusted!"Harper's chin wobbled pathetically as a fresh round of tears threatened."Oh, Harper," Brenna cried, rushing to hug her. "We thought maybe you two had worked things out. What happened?"Haltingly, Harper relayed the previous night's events - how after making love, she'd discovered paperwork proving Wyck owned Ward Development."He lied about everything," Harper finished dully. "He wanted revenge on Daddy and used me to get it.""That snake!" Eliz
Harper paced the sidewalk, arms crossed against the chill. At precisely one-thirty, Wyck's SUV rumbled to a stop at the curb. He exited slowly, shoving his hands in his pockets, radiating discomfort.Halting in front of his bumper, he looked to her with uncertainty. "Hi."Harper straightened her spine bracing herself for what was to come. "Let's talk upstairs." She unlocked the door and led the way up the steep steps, the wood now burnished and clean. Wyck fell into step behind her.Leading the way into one of the empty apartments, Wyck looked around as the silent tension continued to ratchet up. Finally, Harper spoke. "Explain. All of it."Taking a deep breath, Wyck began. "After your father found out we lost the baby, he gave me a choice - leave town immediately and never contact you again, or he'd fire my mom and dad and blackball them. They'd have lost everything." His hand riffled through his hair. "I told myself you'd be okay. You'd be better off without me anyway." He swallowe
After Wyck drove off, Harper walked the two blocks to the small office she had rented for the foundation. She met Elizabeth with a smile and hoped her sister wouldn't feel the need to give her the third degree about her meeting with Wyck. She'd been unable to sneak out earlier without telling her where she was going.The jingle of the bell above the door announced the arrival of their contractor and saved her from an interrogation by her sister. In strode a tall man in a leather jacket and well-worn jeans. His full mouth didn't tip up in a smile when he saw the sisters. Harper saw his jaw tighten. She wondered if he knew them from somewhere and wasn't happy about it. "Conner McCrary," he introduced himself brusquely, his voice deep and authoritative.Harper stepped forward with a friendly smile, extending her hand. "Nice to meet you, Conner. I'm Harper and this is my sister, Elizabeth."Conner shook their hands with a grip like a vise. Harper tried not to wince. "So, you're the conta
In the mountains, spring worked diligently to nudge winter aside. Each passing day, the sun gained strength, its rays growing warmer. Wyck wiped sweat from his brow as he hoisted another board into place on the new daycare center framework. Though he and Harper remained on uncertain terms, he found himself drawn back week after week to help on this project. The physical labor gave him a sense of purpose, and seeing the building take shape felt like helping rebuild his damaged soul.As he worked, Wyck replayed his last conversation with Harper in his mind. Her hesitation at his dinner invitation a couple of weeks ago had stung, but he understood she still had trouble trusting him after what he'd done. He knew he had to be patient, focusing his energy on demonstrating through actions, not just words, that he was committed to making amends. It was a tough pill to swallow, however. He was not a patient man and his need for Harper seemed to grow rather than diminish with every passing day.
The Carrington Sisters and their mother spent the afternoon and into the evening detailing the work they wanted to do to turn the old family home into not only a Bed & Breakfast but a destination wedding location. "I think a muted color palette - grays, blues, greens - will give each room a peaceful, welcoming feel," suggested Brenna. She'd taken on the job of the decor as well as event planning with aplomb. Harper was just a bit ashamed at herself for not believing her baby sister was mature enough to step into a leadership role when they first started. Breanna had proved her wrong again and again.Harper smiled, picturing the vision coming to life. She met her mother's eyes as she confirmed her buy in of the plans yet again. "Now, Mama, are you sure the carriage house is going to be big enough for you? Elizabeth can use the attic space instead of the third floor for the honeymoon suite if you want to stay in the house after all."Mitzi waved a dismissive hand at her oldest daughter
Joy flooded Wyck's face at her admission. Ever so slowly, Wyck lowered his head, giving Harper time to pull away if she chose. When she didn't, he captured her lips in a tender kiss. Harper melted into him, the awkward tension of recent weeks dissolving.As the kiss deepened, she opened for him with a sigh. Wyck's tongue found hers, slowly at first, then more demanding. One large hand slid up to cradle Harper's head while the other pressed firmly into the small of her back, molding her soft curves against the hard planes of his muscular body.Harper speared her fingers through his dark waves, anchoring him to her. The kiss obliterated everything except this moment. When Wyck nibbled at her full lower lip, then soothed it with his tongue, Harper trembled, heat building.Sliding both hands into her hair, Wyck dislodged the clip holding it loosely in place. When her honey-blonde tresses tumbled around her shoulders in waves, he tunneled his fingers through the silken strands, angling her