(Asher)
Harlow had been spending more time at Greta's office, and I could see the difference every time she came home. She always had something to tell me about a property, a client, or something Greta had asked her to do. I didn't understand half of the real estate s**t she talked about. I understood that she was happy.
I was in church with Ridge, Dane, and Knox when my phone rang. Harlow's name showed on the screen, so I answered instead of letting it go. She normally sent a message when she was working. A call made me pay attention.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong."
I sat back in my chair.
"Then why are you calling?"
"I have a showing tomorrow."
That wasn't surprising. Greta had already started giving her more responsibility with the Mills property. Harlow had told me it would
