“I’ll make sure he’s fine. School, work, home. He won’t be alone. I’ve got it covered. I promise.”

There was one big difference between Will and the men she’d dated, apart from his wealth: Jeremy loved Will. And from what she could see when they were together, he cared deeply for her brother as well. That alone should have been enough for her to say yes, but they weren’t talking about one wild night together—this would be two full days and nights and an ocean away from her brother.

“Tell me what you’re really afraid of, Harper. And I’ll fix it.”

She watched the parched brown hills of summer race by, felt the rumble of a semi as they whizzed past. “I’m not afraid of anything. I just worry.”

What if someday Jeremy doesn’t need me?

The thought surprised her. Surprised her enough that she was forced to ask herself whether it would really be such a terrible thing to take a couple of days for herself. If she let her brother fly freer.

“You need to tell Mrs. Taylor that he doesn’t like the dark.”

Will’s grin was huge as her words made it clear that she would go with him, but he was smart enough not to gloat. “You can give her a list of instructions. And we’ll be home in forty-eight hours. A very hot forty-eight hours.”

He picked up her hand and kissed her fingers. Even the light touch of his mouth set her pulse on high speed. She hadn’t a single defense against him.

A normal woman would question why she needed a defense against the perfect man. After all, Will had all the answers. He’d told her all his deep, dark secrets. And it wasn’t that she didn’t trust him.

She put her hand over his on her knee and stroked his knuckles with her thumb. Then she splayed her fingers and laced them through his. He’d told her he loved her—and she wanted to love him, too, wholly and without any lingering fears. But though she now knew where he’d come from and how he’d made himself into the wonderful man he was—and even though she’d never been happier with anyone else—she still couldn’t shake her natural tendency to hold something back.

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Just in case. Just for a little while longer, because everything had moved so fast between them.

From zero to a hundred in the beat of a heart.

Soon, she hoped, she’d be able to round the corner and feel sure about everything. Sure that Jeremy would be okay without her spending every waking minute watching over him. Sure that being a little wild, and unfurling her wings from time to time, wouldn’t damage the life she’d built for herself and her brother.

And sure that when Will said he loved her, he meant that he’d love her forever.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

It was far easier to clear time on her calendar than Harper had imagined. Jeremy thought it was a major adventure to stay at Will’s for two days. He was going to watch all the Fast and Furious movies back to back, then all the Transformers. His tastes were simple. Other kids his age would have had a huge party and raided the liquor cabinet.

Just as Will had said, Jeremy would be fine. He probably wouldn’t even miss her. But she was determined not to spoil the trip by thinking about that...or by worrying that she was wrong, and that something might happen to him while she was out sowing more wild oats with Will.

“This filet mignon is delicious.” The luxurious lounge where they were served dinner aboard his private jet could pass for an elegant living room except for the seatbelts, the flotation devices, and the oxygen masks that would drop down if needed. “I should have known you’d serve gourmet meals.”

Will poured more champagne. “If I’m going to do something—” He grinned. “—I want to do it better than anyone else.”

Harper now knew that was no exaggeration. A limousine had driven them onto the airfield at San Francisco International Airport. Two flight attendants—a man and a woman, both in their mid-thirties, neatly dressed, attractive, and enough alike to be siblings—had greeted them, stowed their luggage, served cocktails, provided bowls of her favorite sweets, and disappeared. The captain, a seasoned gentleman in his fifties, had gone over the flight plan with Will, then returned to the cockpit.

Throughout, Will was polite and full of thanks, not only with the captain, but also with the flight attendants. With his driver. With a waiter. With everyone. He thanked big, tipped big, and showed respect.

“How is porcelain unique?” She went back to the conversation they’d been having. Tomorrow afternoon they were going to tour a porcelain factory he was interested in.

“Actually, I’m not sure right now how I’ll make it unique. That’s the purpose of the trip. To figure it out.”




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