There was no way he was going to explain what she had tried to do while she was drunk. She had been crying, terrified about going to jail, barely aware of where she was. Whatever feelings had been mixed into that moment, they couldn't be trusted as something she had consciously chosen.
Harper frowned at him. “Don't you have a mouth to talk with?”
Axel almost laughed. “You really don't remember anything?”
“No. Should I?”
He looked away. “Forget it.”
Harper studied him then she gave a small shrug.
“If I did any s**t, just know that wasn't me. I was drunk, and I don't want you taking anything I said seriously.”
Axel nodded slowly. “Okay Boss.”
Harper reached for the door. Then, without thinking about how hard the words might land, she added, “Besides, you were definitely not my type i
