I rubbed my thumb over her bottom lip and tried not to think about how sweet that mouth tasted. “She’s every man’s nightmare, sweet girl. Unfortunately, they don’t realize it right away.”
“I can’t compete with her. I don’t want to.”
“There’s no competition. She pales in comparison. I wish I knew what I could do to convince you that you’re it for me. I don’t see anything but a girl I once knew when I look at Nan.”
Harlow dropped her gaze to study my shirt before finally lifting her eyes and giving me her first real smile. “I think I believe you.”
She had serious trust issues, and I needed to remember that and act accordingly. Where Nan never needed reassurance that I wanted her, Harlow needed reassurance that she owned me. She was too innocent to see just how I really felt about her. Even if it was obvious to the rest of the world.
“I’ll make sure you never doubt me again. Just know I can’t see anyone but you. When you walk into a room, you light it up.”
She leaned up and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Thank you,” she said, simply.
It was things like that that set her apart. She was like no one else I knew, and I was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.
Harlow
Blaire spotted me the moment we stepped into the ballroom, and she made her way toward us. I was relieved. Seeing a friendly face helped ease me into this. The black dress she wore danced around her legs as she walked. It also made her blond hair stand out even more. I glanced behind her to see Rush’s eyes on his wife, watching her every move. The love and possessiveness that was there on his face for everyone to see made my heart beat faster. That had to be an amazing feeling.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” Blaire said as she hugged me.
“I’m still trying to decide if I am,” I replied.
Blaire laughed and glanced around. “They’re not all bad.” She turned to Grant and grinned. “You look happy.”
“I am,” he replied, and slid his hand around my waist.
“It’s about time,” she said.
“Yeah, it is,” he agreed.
I felt like there was a private conversation going on here that I was being left out of.
“You thirsty?” Grant asked me, leaning down so that his warm breath tickled my ear.
“Yes,” I replied. A drink in my hands would give me something to do.
“Be right back,” he replied, and stepped back to leave me with Blaire.
“So?” she asked, lifting her eyebrows.
I knew she wanted to know about Grant. From what I could tell she was close to Grant because of Rush. “I think he likes me,” I replied, because I really didn’t know what else to say.
Blaire’s grin only got bigger. “I believe that’s obvious, Harlow. If you aren’t positive about it, though, I think you could just ask him and he would clarify that.”
I turned to look back at the bar and saw a girl with dark brown curls and a low-cut white dress pressing very close to him as she talked to him.
“Ignore her. I assure you, he is. That’s Katrina, and she’s not one to worry about. It’s just what she does.”
I turned back around. “I can’t figure out why he chose me. He gets attention from everyone. He’s perfect. He can have anyone.”
Blaire put a hand on her hip and stared at me in disbelief. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
I just nodded. Why would I be kidding?
“Do you know what I thought the first time I saw you?”
“No,” I replied, not sure if I wanted to hear this answer.