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Protecting Harper at all costs is the first and loudest one.

The second one is,I should hide that motherfucker in case the detectives are staking out my neighborhood.

Last but not least,I could use him as leverage to gain my freedom.

I’m in my car at an inhuman speed, kicking it into gear. “Go wait for me around the back. I’ll be right there.”

36

HARPER

“Anything else?” Emersyn asks, her voice melodic in my earbuds. She beams at me from my laptop.

I’m in my office, which is located right next to my bedroom. A space I only use for Zoom meetings with anyone besides Emersyn.

That’s precisely what I used it for this morning.

Our retailers wanted to see me. I needed to give my factory team another pep-talk to show my appreciation for their hard, last-minute work. For clocking in at four in the morning and kicking butt for me.

Then I had a couple of press releases scheduled. Each meeting lasted less than twenty minutes.

It’s been a long morning. Exhausting, exciting, emotional.

I almost forgot to miss Anderson.

Yeah, right. Like that’ll ever happen.

Truth is, I can’t stop thinking about him.

So much so that I already carved out time in my schedule to cook for him. He’ll have food and coffee ready once he’s back from his shift.

Oh, he’ll be so happy. I can already see it.

He might growl the wordRed,and I’ll forget that my body is still healing from these days and weeks with him.

I’m addicted to his craziness like an adrenaline junkie.

Like a lovesick fool.

“That’s it for now.” If Emersyn notices the red tinting my cheeks, she doesn’t mention it.

Emersyn pats her chignon absentmindedly as she checks out her notes. “Oh, hold up. The New You City article will be released later today.” She gazes up at me, her green eyes twinkling. “I’m sure we’ll talk then.”

“Yes, we will. And—shit, one last thing.” I slap my forehead. “Don’t forget to ship my mom the new collection.”

Mom always gets my new collections first. Always.

How could I have forgotten about that?

Anderson. Anderson makes me forget about damn near everything.

“I’ve got you.” A large, slick, black logo box appears out of nowhere. Emersyn’s lips curve up. “I’ll be delivering it to her personally over lunch.”

“You’re a lifesaver. Let me just get this done real quick.” I write a thank you and I love you note on my touchpad to my greatest supporters. The package is for my mother, but I couldn’t have made it without the three of them.

Send.

“Got it.” Emersyn’s grin widens, and she prints it out. “I’ll take a photo when she gets it.”