Chapter 53 Old Anxiety

• *Damien*
• Harper sits across from me on the jet, barefoot, her legs tucked up under her like we’re on her beat-up couch instead of a leather seat that probably cost more than her apartment. She fits in my world about as well as a paint-splattered easel in a corporate boardroom, yet I still find her absolutely irresistible. I love the way she cracks me open, lets in sunlight where there used to be nothing but polished surface and empty space.
• She catches me staring and grins, her hair a messy halo around her face. “What? Did I spill soy sauce on my shirt again?”