isn’t with Archer?”
She wouldn’t meet his gaze. “No. It’s a job offer.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Are you leaving McKingley?”
She shrugged. “Nothing’s concrete yet. Please don’t say anything to anyone. I just want a vehicle other than my dirty Jeep to climb out of in my dress.”
He pushed to his feet. “Don’t keep this from everyone, Lis. Including Archer.” He liked the man his sister was dating.
Lis glanced up at him, hope shimmering in her eyes. “Does this mean you’ll let me use it?”
He gave an exaggerated big brother sigh. “Yes. I’ll take you to the detailers to get it. But, Lis—not one scratch.”
She jumped up and wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you! I promise I’ll be gentle with it.” Drawing back, she frowned slightly. “One question, though—why is it at the detailer?”
Because I was covered head to foot with mud inside it.
“It was time,” he muttered. “Let’s go.”
He drove Lis and they chatted easily. At the dealership, they got out and made their way to the desk. A slender redhead sat there and grinned at them.
“Good evening, Mr Wright.”
“Evening, Fiona. Are we ready?”
“Yes, sir. All the mud has been removed. All clean again.”
“Mud?” Lis asked, turning to look up at him.
“Not now, Lis.”
Her chuckle didn’t make him feel any better. She would be asking about it later, he’d bet she would. He paid for his car and they walked out together to his waiting vehicle. He smiled at the man there before opening the door and sighing with relief that his car was, once again, spotless. The outside as well. Even the tyres shone.
He took a deep breath and glanced at his baby sister. Honestly, he expected her to be chomping at the bit to get in his car. She wasn’t even looking at it. Her gaze was fixated off in the distance and he could see the bags under her eyes. She fingered her necklace and he knew something was wrong—she only did that when worried or stressed. Still, when she looked at him she tried for a smile.
“Are you okay, Lis? Really?” he asked, reaching out to her.
“Yes. Thank you for letting me use your car. Did you want me to bring it to you tonight?”
Images of Harmony came to him. He smiled. “Tomorrow is fine.” No reason to interrupt his plans for the night.
“Okay.” A quick kiss. “Thank you, and I promise I’ll be very careful.”
You’d better. Although truth be told, he didn’t give a rat’s ass about the car, as long as his sister was okay.
Jon watched Lis slip behind the wheel and drive away with a wave. He headed to his SUV while checking the time. Harmony should be done by now, so he figured he’d take the chance to pick her up for dinner. Well, after he did a couple of things first.
* * * *
“Come on, Harmony, it won’t kill you.”
Harmony glanced at her friend who had an oyster on a half shell outstretched in her hand. “Get that nasty thing away from me,” she ordered, nose wrinkling in disgust.
Lana Kanseah sighed with her usual dramatic flair. As Harmony watched, she sucked it down. Harmony’s belly heaved with the thought of doing such a thing.
“So nasty,” she said at the look of pleasure on Lana’s face.
Lana winked. “So tasty.” She sucked another down. “You seem a bit quieter than usual. Are you okay?”
Harmony peered out of the window, staring across the street. Bella’s was over there. One of,—if not the —most prestigious restaurants in McKingley. She and Lana ate here, at Kell’s, every week knowing they’d never get in over there. Not that she wanted to—it was the beauty and majesty of the building that drew her. Bella’s was a place that called out to her—she longed to go in it and play. The acoustics must be amazing.
“Harmony?”
“I’m okay, Lana.” She sighed. “No, I lied. I’m not. Remember I told you about the guy I met at the auction in Las Cruces?”
“Oh yes. The hot yet arrogant attorney