Chapter 138
Harper sat when he told her to sit, because he was still a customer and Declan’s house did not stay standing on girls making scenes in the VIP over a look.
She swallowed the first flicker of mortification, blinked once, and kept her spine straight. He looked scary and fishy now. She could live with fishy if fishy stayed on its side of the table.
He picked up his drink…Then he untied the towel.
Harper’s eyes went wide. A shocked laugh jumped out of her before she could catch it, bright and ugly against the tile.
“Dude, cover that peanut up,” she said, still half laughing because laughter was the only language she had that did not sound like fear yet. “That is embarrassing for both of us. You came in here talking business with the Reapers’ Kings like you were somebody, and
