“Good to know.” She leaned her shoulder on Harrison’s, letting him support her. “Dad would have known what to do with her. Lunette was his baby girl.”
“I’m sorry he’s gone.”
“Me too,” she said softly. Nash’s laughter suddenly filled the air, and all heads swiveled to see Hattie chasing him around the table with a drippy spoon. She had a smear of yogurt on her cheek.
“Leave it tohimto start a food fight at brunch.” Harrison saidhimlike he’d saythe bug on my shoe.
Nash already had a low enough opinion of himself; he didn’t need Harrison acting all overprotective cousin on him. She smacked Harrison’s arm. “Play nice.”
“Is he playing nice?” His face clouded over. “But not too nice.”
“He’s a perfect gentleman.”
“And are you being a lady?”
She sniffed delicately. “A lady never tells.”
Harrison’s plastic fork snapped in two.
Kenzi jumped. “Kidding! Wow, take a chillaxative, will you?”
Harrison dropped the fork pieces on his empty plate. “This is business, Kenzi. Don’t get your heart mixed up with Nash.”
Her hand went protectively over her heart, where Nash had carved himself a nice little home. “I hear what you’re saying.” She was as noncommittal and as accommodating as possible. Maybe she should run for public office instead of CEO. Why settle?
