Page 4 of A Home for Harmony

“Things like this happen all the time,” he said.

“Bet you’re prepared for everything,” she said, smirking at him.

He snorted and she laughed.

She had no makeup on, but her skin was flawless. Her eyes were like a bright blue sky he could stare into for hours.

She had soft cheekbones, straight white teeth and perfectly kissable lips that he shouldn’t be noticing.

There didn’t seem to be one blemish on her features and it all looked natural on top of it.

It was no wonder her family worried about her. If she were his daughter, she’d be locked away for years.

“I wouldn’t say everything,” he said. “Good thing I don’t have any meetings this morning, but I should let them know I’ll be late.”

He pulled his phone out and sent a group text to a few people and told them to call if they needed anything.

“I’m sorry about that,” she said. “Once I know the tow truck is on the way, I can return to my car.”

“It’s not a big deal,” he said. “I’ll stay until they are here. How are you getting home?”

“I figured I’d go to the garage with my car. By then, Erica, my sister, should have reached out. I hope. I can’t call my brother since today is a surgery day. I could try my sister-in-law if I have to.”

“But then she’ll tell your brother who I’m guessing is protective of you?”

She smiled. “Yep, but I’m not crazy enough to sit around waiting either.”

“You don’t have any other friends you could call?” he asked.

Someone like her had to have a whole slew of people flocking around.

She shrugged. “Not really. I don’t get out much and my sister and I moved here together about a year ago.”

A year was plenty of time to make some friends, but again, not his problem or worth his time to lecture.

“I can bring you home if you want,” he found himself saying.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that,” she said. “You’re already going to be late as it is.”

“I’m normally early,” he said. “Bad habit.” He looked at the clock on the dash. “I still have fifteen minutes before I have to be there.”

She laughed. “And that is why you’re the boss.”

“I still have people I report to,” he said, frowning.

“We all do,” she said. “Sort of. I enjoy being my own boss. I didn’t think I would, but that means it all falls on me too.”

He wasn’t usually one for small talk, but here he was, sitting beside her, doing his best not to breathe in too deeply and get caught in the soft floral scent that clung to her.

What the hell was wrong with him?!

“What do you do?”

“A mixture of things,” she said. “I’ve got a degree in marketing. I help businesses set up and navigate social media to benefit them. Could be webpage design, lessons on video editing to post, things like that. I’ve got a large following and get paid sponsorship fees too.”

She spoke the last part more quietly, as if she didn’t want it known or might be embarrassed over it.

Micah hoped to hell she wasn’t one of thoseOnlyFansgirls.