Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 108124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
“Of course there is!” I squealed. “I can’t believe you’re really here. Come in! Come in!”
Harper grabbed the handle to her Louis Vuitton-monogrammed luggage and wheeled it inside. She always dressed like a million bucks, and after a few weeks of living in Beaufort, I’d realized just how different the people down here looked compared to her. Harper was tall and model thin, and she had on a white linen pantsuit. The stylish bottoms had a high waist and wide legs, and a matching double-breasted jacket covered a sheer, white, lacy tank top. The only color in her ensemble came from a thin, blood red belt, matching pointy high-heeled red shoes, and a fully lined mouth with bright red lips. I couldn’t help but think how out of place she’d look at the local supermarket.
I brought her in and smiled, shaking my head.
“What?” she said.
“Nothing. You just look so…New York. Like the one-woman PR powerhouse you are.”
She looked down. “I specifically wore linen, so I’d look more casual.”
“If that’s casual, what the heck do I look like?”
I had on gray sweats with a rip at the knee and a ribbed white tank top. My hair was tied up in a messy bun on top of my head, and I’d just washed off what little makeup I wore these days.
Harper looked me up and down and grinned. “Do you really want me to answer that?”
I laughed. “Definitely not.”
She gazed around the spacious house. “Wow…this place is great. I feel like I stepped back in time.”
“It’s a mess right now. But I’ll give you the grand tour anyway.”
I walked Harper through the inn, giving her some of the history of the place as we went room to room. When we came to Levi’s room, I pointed to the door. “This is Levi’s room. He’s out of town.”
“How are things going with him? Last time we spoke, you said he was giving you attitude.”
I hadn’t filled Harper in on the weirdness between Levi and me lately, so I chose my words carefully. “No, we sort of worked out our differences. It’s a long story, but Tanner had been feeding his family a bunch of crap about me for years—basically led them all to believe I’d left him high and dry when he got injured.”
“Ugh. Figures. Can’t say I’m surprised with that man.”
I sighed. “Yeah.”
“So things are okay between you and the brother now?”
While I debated how to answer, a voice boomed from over my shoulder.
“All’s good, except the two of them want to boink like rabbits!”
Fern. I turned and shook my head.
“What?” She shrugged. “Don’t look at me like that, young lady. It’s true, and you know it.”
“Levi does not want to…boink me.”
Fern tsked. “You and that boy have been blowin’ up a storm since he rolled in. Only two things happen with that much whirling going on. Either you wind up fornicating or a house lands on a wicked witch.”
Harper’s entire face wrinkled. She shook her head. “Fornicating? Witch? I’m so confused.”
Her look made me chuckle in spite of myself. “Harper, this is Fern. She lives here at the inn. Fern, this is my very best friend, Harper Langley. She lives in New York and came down for a surprise visit.”
Harper extended her hand. “Nice to meet you, Fern. But who’s fornicating with whom and where’s the witch?”
Fern ignored Harper’s hand and instead pulled her in for a hug. “Nice to meet you, too, darlin’. Any friend of Presley’s is a friend of mine.” When she pulled back, she held Harper’s shoulders and gave her the once-over. “Is this a uniform you’re wearing? Are you a flight attendant for American Airlines or something?”
Harper looked down, seeming utterly confused. “A uniform? No, I’m not a flight attendant. This is Christian Dior.”
“Who?”
I chimed in, “It’s a designer, Fern.”
She shook her head. “Shame. Someone should be paying you to look that fancy.”
Harper’s brows were still pinched tight when Fern excused herself. “I’d love to stay and chat, but it’s my Mahjong night, so I need to get myself cleaned up. You two enjoy your evening now.”
After Fern walked away, Harper shook her head. “You’re going to have to explain what that woman just said.”
I laughed. “Come on. I think we need that wine you brought for me to do that.”
***
“I cannot believe you didn’t call and tell me you’re hot for your ex’s brother.” Harper sipped her second glass of wine. “Do you think maybe deep down you want revenge on Tanner?”
I shook my head. “I have zero desire to get even with Tanner. Maybe I did six years ago when I caught him cheating on me again and he walked out, leaving me with a one-year-old, but I’m long past that. I actually feel bad for him. He can’t seem to get over the life he lost enough to start making a new one. And that’s a shame, because he’s young and healthy with a great son, and he’s missing out on some of the best years of his life—and Alex’s.”