“No. I’m lying,” he says dryly.
“Harrison. Oh my god.” I jump up and down like a little kid. “This is the coolest thing ever.”
He rolls his eyes and hands my bags to Robert.
“What the hell is in these…dead bodies?”
I giggle and smile brightly, then dive into the back seat, excited to get this show on the road.
I have zero freaking chill right now, and I don’t care in the slightest.
“Ah. I can’t believe I’m going on a PJ.” He looks at me deadpan. “What? Isn’t that what all the cool kids call them?”
“If you mean cool as in twenty-two-year-old douchebags, then yes.”
I scoot over and buckle myself in the middle, so I’m closest to him. “I’m only twenty-four, you know.”
“Don’t remind me,” he mutters.
I bounce in my seat for the entire twenty-five minutes it takes to make it to the airstrip, ignoring Harrison’s cranky demands for me to stop a million times.
Harrison gets out first, and like always, he tells Robert he’s got my door. “Let’s go, baby.” I take his hand, and then he walks us to the stairs while Robert loads our bags.
“I’m so excited. Thank you for taking me, Harrison.”
He smiles softly and lifts my hand to his lips. “Je serais prêt à tout pour toi, mon petite papillon.”
He would do anything for me, he tells me, in his perfect, sexy French accent, and I genuinely believe it. Harrison is a man of his word, and it makes me proud to be his.
“Davenport.” God’s gift to the world walks down the steps, smiling wide, popping two sexy dimples.
Holy shit, who is this man?
How is it that Harrison knows every single good-looking person in America?
Harrison drops my hand and wraps his arms around the man in a bear hug the second he gets down the steps. They stand there for, no exaggeration, at least five minutes.
Whoever this person is must be important to him.
Finally, they pull apart. Harrison shakes his head as if he can’t believe his eyes, then brings the man in for another quick hug.
“I can’t believe it. What are you doing here?” Harrison asks, and I think I detect slightly glassy eyes. Then he holds out his hand for me before the man can answer. “Come here, Jules.”
“Yes, please introduce me to this gorgeous woman,” green eyes asks, shooting me a playful smirk.
Is this guy a model? Jesus.
Harrison and all his brothers are some of the most handsome men I’ve ever laid eyes on, but this man is what one would call perfection.
“Don’t even fucking think about it, dickhead,” Harrison warns him, pulling me into his side, holding me tightly against his body. “Jules, meet one of my best friends in the world, Jackson Peters.”
I hold out my hand, and Harrison’s chest rumbles in warning. I elbow his side. “Stop it,” I whisper loud enough for Jackson to hear, causing him to laugh and teasingly waggle his eyebrows at Harrison.
He takes my hand and quickly kisses the back of it. “Juliette Caldwell,” I introduce myself. “It’s lovely to meet one of Harrison’s dear friends.”
“The pleasure is all mine.” Then he pauses. “Wait.” He looks between us. “Is this the girl Leo told me about?”
There’s no way I can’t hold back my smile as I look up at Harrison. “Leo is seriously my favorite person.”
