desk. “How do you think all this makes me feel? I thought I had finally found someone special.”
“You did! Amber’s special.”
He looked at her, slumped in a chair, her pretty features distraught and anxious. Her face ruddy, eyes swollen, nose red and glistening. Again his heart hopped in his chest. He wanted to run to her, soothe her, tell her he’d take care of her.
“I’ll take care of Buchanan. That’s all I can promise for now.”
“Harp—” Angie started.
Amber stood and interrupted. “It’s okay, Angie. We tried.”
“I’ll help you, I said.” Harper raked his fingers through his hair.
“You’ll get Buchanan off her back,” Angie said.
“Yes.”
“That’s not helping.”
“It’s all I can do right now.”
Amber shook her head. “Stop it, Ang. I want to go home now.”
Angie helped Amber to the door, and the two walked away.
Amber walked out of his life.
He sat at his desk with his head in his hands. How had it come to this? They’d shared such a special time last night, and all the while she’d known about this stuff in the back of her mind. Dishonesty, that’s what it was. He could forgive a lot, but not dishonesty.
And did he really believe she’d had no knowledge of the photos?
He wanted to believe her. Truly he did. But it just didn’t make any sense.
Drugged? Photos of her with others? Posed? Her eyes wide open?
Couldn’t be.
And true or not, she should have told him last night. She’d slept with him under false pretenses.
Sadness laced his heart. He’d thought he was falling for her.
He really hadn’t been her type all along.
He sat and stared into space for a few minutes and then picked up his cell phone.
“Yeah, Buchanan.”
“Blake Buchanan?”
“Yeah that’s right. Who’s this?”
“Harper Bay.”
“Bay? How’s it going?”
“This isn’t a social call, Buchanan.”
“What’s up? Don’t tell me—your girlfriend’s been telling you lies about me.”