Anyway, what the hell did he know about love? He’d sworn off it as much as Harper had. Neither of them trusted it or wanted a marriage.
Without the latter, and the visa it would secure, Harper could never live in America. Which meant they couldn’t even date casually and see how things went.
A long-distance relationship between New Zealand and New York was as far away as one could get. Even with his financial means. It was a hell of a long way and they both knew it.
Hello reality.
He smiled sadly at her.
She did the same.
“I’m sorry,” Daniel said.
“I know.” Then Harper surprised him and slipped into his arms.
They stood holding each other like they were on a sinking ship. And it fucking felt like it.