Page 111 of Nothing to Tell

“With him?”Bastian said.“How long have you been seeing him?”

“A week.”

Though not really, to say “seeing him” was kind of a stretch.

“Are you sleeping with him?”

Who in the hell did this guy think he was?What gave this gorgeous billionaire the right to ask Adara’s sister questions?

The demand provoked her frown.“You want to know if I’m having sex with Donnie?What would Audine think about that?She’s dazzling, she suits you.”

In her aim to be amiable, she won herself a shot of his scowl.

“She suits me?”

“Yes,” Harper said, dropping her arms to her sides.Bastian was a handsome man, which made it oddly easy to resign herself to their differences.“You make a beautiful, sophisticated couple.Your kids will be gorgeous.”

“Our kids?”

“I’m just playing,” Harper said, smoothing his lapel.“I know you don’t have time for those things yet.”

“What things?”

“Getting too invested.Your priority is your business, and, believe me, I can understand that.”

“You look beautiful.”

Her black linen dress hung on a boat neck and grazed her mid-thigh.The compliment was a formality, she got that.

“Thank you.”

“You always look beautiful,” he said.

Okay, he didn’t have to lay it on thick.“Charmer.”She smiled.“I should get upstairs to—”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Your question?”

“Are you sleeping with Donald?”

She couldn’t understand the origin or purpose of his dark edge.

“Is that relevant?”

In public, Bastian tended to be subdued.Until then anyway.

Tension radiated off him with such ferocity, it was concerning.

“I need to know.”

She rested a hand on his forearm.“What’s the matter?Has something happened?Is it Carolyn, or Keely?Is your father okay?”

“This is not about my blood family.”

“Good,” she said.“I’m glad they’re okay.Tell them I said hello.”

She left Bastian to enter the stairwell.Less than three stairs up, her arm was grabbed, she was yanked back and pinned flush against the wall, the perpetrator’s forearms planted either side of her head.