Stealing Harper
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“Uh . . . Bree?”
“Nope, just me.”
“Chase! What the heck are you doing in here?”
Um, good question. What am I doing in here? Right now, all I can think about is the water running all over her naked body. I groaned and ran my hands over my face. “Calm down, Princess, I won’t peek.” I don’t know if I was trying to reassure her or force myself to stay sitting.
“I could’ve sworn I locked that door.”
“You do realize how easy it is to unlock my bathroom door when I have the key, right?”
“Can you please leave so I can get out of here?”
As soon as the water turned off, I grabbed a towel and shoved it through the side of the curtain, forcing myself not to look in that direction. “Answer one thing first, and I’ll leave.” She didn’t say anything, so I took that as confirmation she would answer. “Are you going out with him tonight?”
“Yes, Chase, I am.”
“Is that what you want to do, or are you trying to get back at me for telling you not to?”
“I thought I only had to answer one question?”
Snarky brat! God, she drove me crazy. “Harper.”
“Ugh, no, I’m not doing it to get back at you. Yes, I really want to go out with Brandon tonight. And if he asks me out again after tonight, I’m telling you right now I will say yes. I don’t see why I shouldn’t go out with him, and since you clearly don’t want me, I don’t think you’re allowed to have a say in the matter.”
Whoa, what? How the hell did she get anything I’d said as not wanting her? I grabbed the side of the curtain and hoped for her sake she’d put the damn towel on as I slid the curtain across the bar. “I didn’t say I don’t want you. I said I don’t deserve you.”
“That’s practically the same thing. We both know how you are, Chase. You screw every female you come in contact with. I don’t want to be just another girl to someone, and when it comes to Brandon, I won’t be. If you can convince me right now that I have a reason to not be with him, then start talking. Otherwise, you and your confusing words need to stop.”
She really thought she was just another girl to me? Sure, I told everyone that, but she had to know that wasn’t true. And it’s not like I’d told her that—I told her the opposite! I’d never felt anything like this for anyone, and she thought she was just another girl for me? I thought about all the girls she’d seen me with since meeting her and wanted to curse myself for ever trying to push her away; I’d done this to myself. Until I showed her differently, she’d always think she didn’t matter to me. And other than wanting her to be with me, I didn’t have a legitimate thing to say against Brandon. He was the best guy I knew, the only guy I’d trust her with. “As long as he is what you want, I’ll stop bothering you.”
I thought about the way he’d come after me that morning because I’d bruised her. Yeah, he was in just as deep as I was. I let my fingers trail across the biggest bruise on her arm and wanted to kill myself. I leaned over the tub and kissed that bruise, moved up to kiss the smaller one on her shoulder, then across to kiss the identical one on her right shoulder. If only that could make them go away. “I’m so sorry, Harper,” I whispered, just before kissing the corner of her mouth. She’d never know how sorry I was for everything that I’d done to her in just two weeks of knowing her. “Get my number from Bree. I have to go in to work tonight, but if anything happens, call me, and I’ll be there.”
Before I could do anything else, like take her in my arms and never let her leave, I made myself turn and walk out of the room. I was already running late getting to the shop—not like anyone would care—but I needed to get there and clear my mind of my princess. I snorted as I cranked the engine of my truck. Yeah, like that was possible.
“HEY, MY MAN! Wasn’t sure if we’d be expecting you or not after our convo last night!”
I laughed and slapped Brian on the back as I went to my station. “Yeah, well, you got me tonight, so stop your bitching.”
“I’m so serious, bro, you missed some crazy hotties last night, and all they wanted was a piece of Chase.”
“Yeah—about that. I’m pretty sure I’m done with other women.”
His back straightened, and he spun around in his chair to face me, “Uh, ’scuse me?”
“You ever have a problem with someone else wanting your wife? Not just wanting her, because, Marissa’s hot, and we all know that. But I mean someone really wanting her, and her wanting him? Before you guys got married or anything like that?”
“Swear, bro, you should have started with that, because I thought you were going to start batting for the other team.”
I narrowed my eyes at him and went back to setting up my station.
“All right, fine, uh, not really. I mean guys have gone after her, chicks, too, but it’s always been me and Marissa . . . err, well, except for that one time.”
“Yeah”—I huffed out a laugh and repeated his words—“except for that one time. But that was you, Bri, not her.”
“Whatever. You know I’m making up for that shit. Why’d you ask anyway?”
Sighing loudly, I put a couple sketchpads back down and looked over to see the lobby empty, “There’s this girl—”
“Oh, no way! Chase Grayson is whipped!”
“Nope, just me.”
“Chase! What the heck are you doing in here?”
Um, good question. What am I doing in here? Right now, all I can think about is the water running all over her naked body. I groaned and ran my hands over my face. “Calm down, Princess, I won’t peek.” I don’t know if I was trying to reassure her or force myself to stay sitting.
“I could’ve sworn I locked that door.”
“You do realize how easy it is to unlock my bathroom door when I have the key, right?”
“Can you please leave so I can get out of here?”
As soon as the water turned off, I grabbed a towel and shoved it through the side of the curtain, forcing myself not to look in that direction. “Answer one thing first, and I’ll leave.” She didn’t say anything, so I took that as confirmation she would answer. “Are you going out with him tonight?”
“Yes, Chase, I am.”
“Is that what you want to do, or are you trying to get back at me for telling you not to?”
“I thought I only had to answer one question?”
Snarky brat! God, she drove me crazy. “Harper.”
“Ugh, no, I’m not doing it to get back at you. Yes, I really want to go out with Brandon tonight. And if he asks me out again after tonight, I’m telling you right now I will say yes. I don’t see why I shouldn’t go out with him, and since you clearly don’t want me, I don’t think you’re allowed to have a say in the matter.”
Whoa, what? How the hell did she get anything I’d said as not wanting her? I grabbed the side of the curtain and hoped for her sake she’d put the damn towel on as I slid the curtain across the bar. “I didn’t say I don’t want you. I said I don’t deserve you.”
“That’s practically the same thing. We both know how you are, Chase. You screw every female you come in contact with. I don’t want to be just another girl to someone, and when it comes to Brandon, I won’t be. If you can convince me right now that I have a reason to not be with him, then start talking. Otherwise, you and your confusing words need to stop.”
She really thought she was just another girl to me? Sure, I told everyone that, but she had to know that wasn’t true. And it’s not like I’d told her that—I told her the opposite! I’d never felt anything like this for anyone, and she thought she was just another girl for me? I thought about all the girls she’d seen me with since meeting her and wanted to curse myself for ever trying to push her away; I’d done this to myself. Until I showed her differently, she’d always think she didn’t matter to me. And other than wanting her to be with me, I didn’t have a legitimate thing to say against Brandon. He was the best guy I knew, the only guy I’d trust her with. “As long as he is what you want, I’ll stop bothering you.”
I thought about the way he’d come after me that morning because I’d bruised her. Yeah, he was in just as deep as I was. I let my fingers trail across the biggest bruise on her arm and wanted to kill myself. I leaned over the tub and kissed that bruise, moved up to kiss the smaller one on her shoulder, then across to kiss the identical one on her right shoulder. If only that could make them go away. “I’m so sorry, Harper,” I whispered, just before kissing the corner of her mouth. She’d never know how sorry I was for everything that I’d done to her in just two weeks of knowing her. “Get my number from Bree. I have to go in to work tonight, but if anything happens, call me, and I’ll be there.”
Before I could do anything else, like take her in my arms and never let her leave, I made myself turn and walk out of the room. I was already running late getting to the shop—not like anyone would care—but I needed to get there and clear my mind of my princess. I snorted as I cranked the engine of my truck. Yeah, like that was possible.
“HEY, MY MAN! Wasn’t sure if we’d be expecting you or not after our convo last night!”
I laughed and slapped Brian on the back as I went to my station. “Yeah, well, you got me tonight, so stop your bitching.”
“I’m so serious, bro, you missed some crazy hotties last night, and all they wanted was a piece of Chase.”
“Yeah—about that. I’m pretty sure I’m done with other women.”
His back straightened, and he spun around in his chair to face me, “Uh, ’scuse me?”
“You ever have a problem with someone else wanting your wife? Not just wanting her, because, Marissa’s hot, and we all know that. But I mean someone really wanting her, and her wanting him? Before you guys got married or anything like that?”
“Swear, bro, you should have started with that, because I thought you were going to start batting for the other team.”
I narrowed my eyes at him and went back to setting up my station.
“All right, fine, uh, not really. I mean guys have gone after her, chicks, too, but it’s always been me and Marissa . . . err, well, except for that one time.”
“Yeah”—I huffed out a laugh and repeated his words—“except for that one time. But that was you, Bri, not her.”
“Whatever. You know I’m making up for that shit. Why’d you ask anyway?”
Sighing loudly, I put a couple sketchpads back down and looked over to see the lobby empty, “There’s this girl—”
“Oh, no way! Chase Grayson is whipped!”
