HARPER
"Are you still in love with my nephew?"
"What?" I stuttered, eyes wide. Of all the things I expected him to say, that was the least of it.
"Damn it, Harper. I asked you a question."
I flinched at the harshness in his voice and blinked rapidly at him. Yet, I was unable to answer.
He didn't give me time. His hands trailed from my waist to my hip…curve of my ass and settled there. I sucked in a breath and met his gaze as he squeezed hard. His eyes were dark, hungry—so intense my knees threatened to buckle. I slid down the counter, and he hauled me back up, his body pressing into mine, and I leaned into him like I couldn't afford to stand on my own.
"Do you love Owen Fletcher?"
Again. There was something in the way he growled the words, the way his stare stripped me bare, the way every fiber of me wanted to obey him right then.
My tongue peeking out, I ran it over my lips and shook my head. "No," I admitted.
"No?" Dominic cocked a brow.
"No," I repeated, firmer.
