She Loves Me (Harmony Pointe #3) - Melissa Foster Page 0,4
just purchased a home in Harmony Pointe. Mason owned the private security and investigation company Porter worked for as a bodyguard. Porter had looked after Remi last year when she’d had issues with a stalker. He was also Mason’s best friend—and insanely hot.
“He’s a great guy, and he’s single,” Felicity said softly. “He’s great with my son, Lucas, too.”
“Um, hello. Bad ankle here. This isn’t an episode of Love Connection,” Harley said a little drunkenly.
Piper patted his shoulder, grinning at Felicity. “Don’t you love my built-in cockblocker? Even drugged up, he tries to protect my virtue.”
Felicity chuckled.
“Your brother is gorgeous, and Lucas is so sweet. I met him at the birthday bash for foster children Remi and Mason held in January—”
“We have to go,” Harley interrupted. He grabbed the wheels of his chair and tried to spin around but ran directly into the bed. He uttered a curse.
Piper folded the papers Felicity had given her and shoved them in the back pocket of her jeans. She grabbed the handles of the wheelchair and said, “I think I’d better drive. Thanks for thinking about me for Porter—”
“You’re going to be way too busy for a while with me and the girls to even think about him.” Harley pointed to his ankle and said, “I can’t drive, and we really have to go. Thanks for everything, Felicity.”
“The man thinks he owns me,” Piper said. “Thanks again for helping him.”
Felicity handed Harley the crutches and walking boot and said, “My pleasure.”
As Felicity pushed the wheelchair out of the curtained area, Harley flashed a cheesy grin over his shoulder at Felicity and said, “Told you she’d take care of me.”
Felicity stopped in the waiting room to say something to the woman behind the desk. When she walked away, Piper lowered her voice and said, “Why are you such a pain? Do you know how hot Porter is?”
“I know the man is built like he treats his body like a castle and you’d last about one night feeding him nachos or pizza.”
As Felicity headed back toward them, Piper said, “Then it’s a good thing one night is all I’m looking for.”
Harley was so loopy from the pain medication, he couldn’t help but chuckle as Piper, and all of her buck-ten pounds, tried to wrangle his six-three, two-forty body from the wheelchair into her double-cab truck. She’d excused Felicity the second she’d brought the truck around with a curt, Thanks for wheeling him out, but I’ve got him.
As always, the front seat of her truck was covered with what looked like remnants of a fast-food party.
“Wait,” Piper said as he used her as a crutch. She reached into the truck and swept a pile of empty food wrappers and cups onto the floor.
“You know, if you learned to cook, you’d save loads of money.” He was only giving her shit. He knew damn well that if cooking were the only way to eat, Piper would find a way to survive on air. She was that determined.
She glowered at him as she put the crutches and boot in the truck. “Get your ass on the seat and be careful of your ankle.”
“Really? My ass? Is that how you sit in a vehicle?”
“Okay, smart-mouth. Get yourself in the truck. I’m going to bring the wheelchair back inside.” In true Piper style, she ducked from beneath his arm and stalked away, leaving him to wobble like a drunken flamingo.
He grabbed the door and climbed into the truck.
Piper walked out of the hospital like she was on a mission, which was the only way she knew how to move. Only Piper could look as hot as sin in dirty jeans with tears in the knees that she’d probably been wearing for a decade, a Dalton Contracting T-shirt, and tan work boots. Her light blond hair was pulled back from her gorgeous face in a ponytail, and as she climbed into the driver’s seat, Harley fantasized about tugging that ponytail back and devouring her sass-talking, sexy mouth. His medication-addled mind ran down a dark and dirty path, playing with thoughts he was usually much better at pushing aside. He imagined how incredible her soft, supple body would feel lying naked beneath him and the sinful sounds she’d make as he touched and tasted every inch of her, driving her out of her mind. He got hot all over thinking about how it would feel to have her feminine yet strong hand wrapped around his—