“Being at Pat and Wendy’s?”
“Oh. Yes. They’re amazing.”
“So, why can’t you sleep?” I asked.
“You don’t need to listen to me complain, Jax. I’m sorry. You should—”
“Don’t tell me what I should do, Harmony,” I countered. “I’ve been told I’m a good listener, and you sound out of sorts, so if you need to talk, lay it on me.”
“It’s just that—wait, how would you know if I sounded out of sorts?” she asked.
“Wild guess.”
She sighed. “You freak me out, Jaxon.”
“Yeah? How so?”
“Because you seem to know things about me even though we’ve just met,” she said. “Is it the profiler in you?”
“Probably.” But it wasn’t. For whatever reason, I could read her like a book.
“Okay, profiler man, why can’t I sleep?”
“First guess would be that your sister’s not looking out for herself, which makes you worry. And even though you two had a blow-out fight and she wasn’t particularly kind to you, you’re still worried about her.”
“Pretty much.” Harmony sighed. “I wish I had a bottle of wine.”
“Wendy’s got a room full of wine.”
“I’m not going to ask my hosts if I can drink their wine, Jaxon. That would be rude.”
I chuckled. “You want me to bring you some?”
“It’s almost midnight.”
“So?”
“You’d seriously bring me wine?”
“Yeah. Why not?”
“Lordy, you’re sweet.”
“Don’t tell anyone that,” I warned. “I have a reputation to uphold.”
She chuckled. “My lips are sealed.”
“You want red or white?”
“Oh my word, Jax, no. I’m not making you leave your warm house to bring me booze. If you don’t mind taking me to the store tomorrow, I’ll grab some then.”
“I can do that.”
“Thanks. I’m gonna let you go.”
“You sure you don’t need to talk?”
“If I talk to you right now, I’ll cry, and I really don’t want to cry.”
