“She’s probably here to check on you,” I said as we grabbed some pizza.
Harper snorted, making me grin.
“She’s been actin’ like an asshole, but she does love you.”
“Yeah, well,” Harper huffed. “She can fucking apologize if she wants me to talk to her. I’m done feeling bad or guilty about being with you. If she doesn’t like it, that’s her issue, not mine.”
“That’s a fair point,” Myla said from behind us.
Harper froze, her eyes squeezing shut for a long moment. Opening them again, she slowly turned to face Myla.
“I fucked up,” Myla said without preamble. “Cian’s been on my ass about it, but I guess I wasn’t willing to admit I was wrong until Bas ripped me a new one last night. You’re right, it’s none of my business. I guess I just didn’t want Lou getting hurt, so I went a little mama bear. She set me straight this morning after listening to me bitch all night.”
“You know me,” Harper replied stiffly. “You know I’m not the type of person who’d go for someone that was already taken.”
“I was mad at Bas,” Myla said with a wince. “Sorry, big guy. It’s wasn’t you, Harp. I was pissed that he was fucking around and you guys were together all the fucking time, so I just kept my distance.”
“All right,” Harper said, turning back toward the pizza selection.
“All right?” Myla asked in confusion.
“What, you want a fucking parade? All right. We’re fine.”
“Uh, okay,” Myla said tentatively. She glanced at me and then walked away.
“How was that?” Harper whispered once Myla was gone. “Did I seem, you know, cool?”
I let out a huff of surprised laughter and then quickly beat it back.
“Yeah, baby,” I choked out. “Super cool.”
“I didn’t want to be all,okay, Myla! Can we braid each other’s hair now?”
“You definitely weren’t that,” I assured her.
“I mean, sure, we’re fine. She apologized, whatever.”
“Right.”
“But I’m not the pushover they all think I am, and she was an asshole.”
“She was.”
“So, let her stew in it for a couple of weeks like I had to.”
“Thatta girl,” I murmured proudly.
“I’ll probably only last a couple of days,” she confessed.
I grinned as I followed her over to the table where her parents were sitting with Grease and Callie.
“How you doin’ pretty girl?” Grease asked as she sat down.
“I’m good,” Harper replied, waving him off. “But I’ll be happy when we figure out who’s trying to kill me.”
Callie snickered.
“Did Gram ever come to the club?” Harper asked, glancing around the room.
