Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,278

while he denies everything?”

She didn’t have an answer because she didn’t really know. Even though she knew he was wrong, she was standing by her father.

Why?

“Maybe I didn’t know what else to do,” she said softly, and realized that was true. It was something she’d never quite admitted before now.

It felt as if the walls were closing in on her, the same feeling that had sent her to the remote island in the first place. And for a week, she had been able to relax and forget. All the good feeling was gone now though.

“Harper,” he began, his gaze intensifying.

But she couldn’t. Whatever else he was going to tell her, she knew it would be a demand of some sort. Ethan was going to tell her to come out and renounce her father publicly, or to become a secret informant and help the Wentworth’s get their revenge.

Something she couldn’t hear. Something that would only serve to break her down further, and Harper was already broken down enough as it was.

“I’ve got to go.” This time, when he called her name, she didn't stop.

She kept running out of the courthouse, down the street and away from the people who were making her question what the hell she was doing. Around the corner she hailed a cab and gave the driver her home address. Her home. Not her parents place.

Fifteen minutes later, the cab stopped at her apartment on Willow Street. Once inside, Harper finally exhaled as she pushed her heels off. Almost immediately the tension started to ease from her shoulders.

She sent her mother a short text telling her that she’d gone home because she wasn’t feeling well then went upstairs to change into something that wasn’t a conservative pantsuit. Once she’d pulled on a pair of cut-off denim shorts and a tank top she twisted her hair into a messy bun.

Padding barefoot back downstairs, she grabbed her laptop and sank down onto the couch. Almost without thought, she typed Ethan’s name into the Google image search. Curiosity might have killed the cat but Harper wanted another glimpse of the cream on top.

Her screen filled with different images of Ethan. Some shirtless, some on a yacht, some where he had on a suit. She wanted to be mad at him for not simply telling her who he was, but she hadn’t exactly volunteered information about herself either.

She honestly had not known who he was, but if she’d have paid any attention to the media she wouldn’t have missed him. Because his eyes were impossible to forget.

So blue they almost looked fake, yet she knew they weren’t. She’d been close enough to see that they were real and amazing. A couple of video links came up and she clicked on one. Ethan rode a surfboard over some pretty massive waves and Harper felt her breath cut off as he entered a tunnel of water.

The wave crashed over itself and whoever was filming started yelling.

Her heart pounded furiously.

Then, screams from the people behind the cameraman. On screen, Ethan popped out of the end of the tunnel right before it crashed onto itself. He rode the wave almost to the beach amid deafening cheering.

The camera zoomed in on him as he strode from the water, board under one arm. The sexy grin on his face was all too familiar. Wet hair hung over his eyes and he pushed it back, making the muscles in his chest ripple. Board shorts hung low on his hips and the indent on each side made her mouth water.

Her fingers twitched like they had a memory of their own. He’d felt hot and rock hard under her touch. Solid. Strong. Despite the air conditioning, her body felt warm. What had he wanted to say to her when she ran out of the courthouse?

Harper scrolled down and clicked an image of Ethan in racing gear. There was a website under the picture and she clicked on that. Over a dozen pictures filled her screen, of Ethan in a racecar, standing by the car, posing with his sexy grin leaning on the car.

Apparently Ethan was making a name for himself on the dirt tracks, if what she read was true. A list of his wins ran down the right hand side of the screen. There were bios of his team too, but it was his she clicked on.

He was twenty-four. A graduate of Columbia University. Had a degree in International Economic Policy. He and his family lived in New York, so