Too bad her heart couldn’t accept that yet.
“Let her come along, Bay,” Blake said. “She’s right. It’s her fight.”
Harper’s brow creased. “It’s too dangerous.”
“Damn right it’s dangerous,” Blake agreed. “It’s dangerous for the two of us. But we’re going.”
“You said this guy’s your friend,” Harper said.
“Correction. This guy’s brother is my friend. Lance hardly knows me and vice versa. I’d prefer to keep it that way.”
“Then we’ll see your friend first.”
“Bernie can’t help us.”
“I think you’re wrong
about that. You got the URL and password from him. So that’s where we’re starting.”
Amber cut in. How dare they stand there ignoring her? “Do you want to drive, or shall I?”
“Fine,” Harper said. “You can come along to see Blake’s friend. But once we get the web site guy’s information, you can’t come, Amber. I’m sorry. It’s too dangerous for a woman.”
“Bullshit. Like you care anyway.” It was a cheap shot, but she couldn’t help herself.
“Of course I care. I’m here, aren’t I?”
She didn’t argue. She didn’t really want to talk to him anyway. At least she was going.
“I’ll drive,” he continued. “Amber, we need to move your car to a better neighborhood, and then we’ll be on our way.”
Chapter Sixteen
“Hey, Bern,” Blake said.
“What’re you doin’ back in town?”
“Got some business to take care of.” Blake shoved his way through the apartment door.
Harper was pleased. At least the asshole wasn’t going to roll over and play dead. Yet, anyway.
“Meet some friends of mine. Harper, Amber, this is Bernie.”
Bernie was square. Stocky and nearly as wide as he was tall. Even Amber towered over him. His apartment was a typical bachelor pad. Small and a mess.
Bernie stuck out his meaty hand. “Pleased to meet you.”
Harper took his hand. Sweaty palm. “Same here.”
“So what’s goin’ on?” Bernie asked.
“We need some information about Lance’s site.”
“I don’t have any information, other than what I’ve given you—the URL and the password.”
“Then we need to talk to Lance,” Harper said. “He’s been posting photos of models without their consent.”
Bernie eyed Amber. The hair on the back of Harper’s neck stood at attention. He moved between Bernie and Amber, blocking the other man’s view.