Page 152 of Their Cruel Play
I swallow, because my father has never once mentioned me following in his footsteps or becoming part of his business. That was never part of the plan.
“I might do early admission to a few universities, which start during the summer.” Picking up my plate, I walk toward the door. “But I’ll keep it in mind.”
“You should bring Harper over for dinner some time. I’d be interested in meeting her.” That shrewd look sends chills down my spine.
“Maybe.” I can’t imagine her at dinner with my dad and my mom. But apparently my parents still aren’t talking even though we’ve moved away from the city. Otherwise, Mom would have told him Harper is my girlfriend.
When I get to my room, I pick up my phone and text the group chat.
Me:
Weird convo with Dad. Overheard shit. We need to talk.
Luke:
Can it wait until tomorrow?
Me:
I think he was talking to your dad
My phone buzzes and I touch the accept button.
“Why do you think that?” Luke doesn’t mince words.
“He called the guy William. Talked about Bruce. Something about some asset that should have been taken care of years ago. Then he came into the kitchen and asked me about Harper.” The words spill out of me.
“My dad wants me to find something Harper’s dad took when he disappeared.” Luke sighs. “He wouldn’t tell me what, but said I’d know it when I saw it.”
“That’s not helpful.” I shake my head and make sure my door is locked. When I sit on the bed, I can still smell Harper’s vanilla scent. “If that’s what they were talking about, that means our dads are involved in it somehow.”
Luke makes an acknowledging noise. He’s quiet, and I assume he’s thinking like I am. What the fuck did our fathers have to do with Harper’s?
“Are we good?” Luke asks.
I blow out a breath. Him and me. The jealousy shit. “Yeah, man. I just need to figure out where I fit now.”
“It can’t be easy. Moving.” Luke closes a door.
A muffled cry comes over the phone. I chuckle.
“They still at it?”
“Fuck, yes.” Luke groans. “I’m tempted to go knock on the door to tell them to keep it down, but yeah, not really my place. It’s better than sleeping at home.”
I nod and glance at my door. “If you just wanted somewhere to crash, there’s room here.”
“Thanks, but I want to be close in case something happens again.”
He was there when the guy broke in. If he hadn’t... fuck.
“Take care of our girl.”
“I will.” He sighs. “We’ll talk tomorrow about this. Maybe together we can figure it out.”
CHAPTER 42
The Art of Deception
