Chapter 2
Emma’s POV
Before I could say more, the front door swung open, and there he was—Mr. Harlan, stepping out onto the porch like he owned the whole damn world.
Which, from the look of this place, he pretty much did.
Tall, easily over six feet, with shoulders that filled out his crisp white shirt just right.
His hair caught the late afternoon light, that mix of dark and silver making him look distinguished, not old.
And those eyes—blue, sharp, locking onto us. “Dad!” Jake called. They clapped hands in that quick, firm way guys do, and then Mr. Harlan turned to me, his gaze sliding over slowly and appraising.
“Emma, right? Jake’s told me a lot about you.” His voice was deep, rumbling a bit, like it came from his chest.
He extended his hand, and when I took it, his grip clo
