Maybe she didn’t need one.
She wore leather and furs and diamonds, all gifts from the men she serviced, Amber had assumed at the time. Now she wasn’t so sure. Perhaps she made her own money…by luring unsuspecting new young strippers to her place to get drunk and have their photos taken.
Amber shook her head. Surely alcohol couldn’t have been responsible for this. She and Laura must have been drugged. But with what?
Tears threatened again, and she clicked off her tablet. No use crying over spilled milk, or alcohol, or whatever they’d given her.
Damn it, I want a nice evening with Harper. And she would have it. She could lose it tomorrow.
She had no doubt she would.
Her body remained tense during the half-hour drive to Harper’s ranch house. She tried breathing in through her mouth, out through her nose, and finally gave up. Relaxation wasn’t to be.
Tonight she might forego her two drink minimum. Some alcohol might be just what she needed.
Course she really didn’t want to go there. Not with the genes she carried inside her. And certainly not with what she’d just lea
rned had happened one of the two times she’d allowed herself to get drunk.
She’d have a nice glass of wine. Harper liked wine and he seemed to know a little bit about it. She’d had half a glass with him last night, after all. And that was after she’d had two cosmos at the party.
Course it was a lot later that she had the wine, so she hadn’t really violated her own rule.
One glass of wine. Hopefully it would relax her.
Maybe with a valium chaser?
Sheesh.
She drove onto the Cha Cha ranch property and followed the directions Harper had given her. Soon his ranch house came into view. She liked his house. It wasn’t huge and sprawling like his mother’s a few miles away, or Catie’s that she shared with Chad.
Modest was nice. More her style.
She parked, walked to the door, and knocked.
Harper opened it, looking just as tousled and sexy as he always did. How did his hair always look so charmingly disheveled? It just begged her to run her fingers through it. His muscular rancher’s body looked heavenly in jeans and a black western shirt.
McCray boys be damned. Harper Bay was the most handsome man in Bakersville.
“Hey, baby. It’s great to see you.” He pulled her close and gave her a smoldering kiss.
The familiar jolts coursed through her. God, this man affected her like no one else.
“So what’s the big surprise?” she asked.
“What makes you think there’s a surprise? Maybe I just wanted to have dinner with you.”
His eyes gleamed. Mischief. He was up to no good.
“Stop kidding around, Harp. I’ve had a day and a half.”
“You have? What’s wrong, baby?”
Aw hell, what’d I go and say that for? She sure didn’t want to get into that with him. Not tonight. “Oh, just my allergies and all.”
“I didn’t know you had allergies.”
That was because she didn’t. “Just some hay fever. It acts up now and then.”