“Cody!” Miles growled. He tried to tug away, but Cody didn’t ease his hold.
When they stood outside, Cody shoved him against the wall.
“What the fuck, Cody?”
“You’resaying what the fuck? I told you, Miles. You’re not welcome here.”
“The guys wanted to go for a drink, and this is the only bar in town. What was I supposed to do?”
“That’s not my problem.”
Miles blew out a breath. “Fine.”
He went to step away, but Cody stopped him. “I need you to answer a question.”
His brows flickered. “What?”
“Did you put your hands on Vanessa?”
The guy jerked back as if Cody had slugged him. “Put my hands on her? As inhurther?”
The front door opened and Kayden stepped out. Cody ignored his brother, stepping closer to Miles, crowding him. “There were bruises in the shape of fingerprints on her arms. Bruises she saidyouput there.”
He opened and closed his mouth. “What?I…I didn’t…that wasn’t me.”
“Who was it then?”
“I don’t know! We haven’t been in a good place lately.”
He didn’t know who the fuck to believe. What Vanessa did was none of his business, but when he knew a man was putting his hands on a woman, it was in his genetic makeup to act. She could be lying…but so could Miles.
Kayden put his hand on his arm. “Cody. You need to back off and let him leave.”
The door opened again, and this time Harper leaned out, concern on her features. “Is everything okay?”
He forced himself to release Miles and step back. “I told you this last time, and I’ll tell you again, you’re not welcome in my bar, Miles. Don’t come back.”
“Cody…come on, man. We were friends.Bestfriends.”
“I thought we were.” He turned. When he reached Harper, he placed a hand on the small of her back and led her inside.
“Are you okay?” she asked quietly.
They reached the bar, and he stopped in front of her before gently cupping her cheek. “I am. Are you?”
She looked up in surprise. Surprised that he could tell something was wrong? She shouldn’t be. He was so in tune with this woman, he felt every shift in her mood.
She finally shook her head. “Not really.”
“Why not?” He inched closer, every part of him needing to fix whatever the problem was. “Tell me, Storm. Tell me and I’ll fix it.”
She opened her mouth, but before she got any words out, her gaze caught on something behind him in the bar—and every bit of color leached from her face. Turning his head, he followed her gaze to an older man by the door who was looking directly at her. A man with brown eyes…
Eyes just like Harper’s.
“Who’s that?” Even though he asked the question, a part of him already knew.
For a moment, Harper was silent, her pale skin making the hazel in her eyes look almost black.
