by the fact that they’d gotten ready for work together this morning like an old married couple. They’d showered together—which had included quick, thorough sex against the tiles. He’d cooked breakfast while she’d made the coffee. She’d made sure he didn’t forget a file that he needed for a meeting, and he’d given his firm opinion on what shoes she should wear with her slimline black pants and white shirt.
She shook her head and focused on her computer. Easton was already on a video call to New York with Zane Roth. They were working on a joint deal together.
Harlow plowed through a load work. Easton told her that Vander had some good leads and would check in later.
“Harlow Maree!”
The female voice shouted across the office and made Harlow’s head whip up. She saw other people staring.
A petite woman was descending on her.
Her sister.
They were night and day. Scarlett had been conceived via IVF, using a donor egg. She had ruler-straight, black hair, some Asian ancestry, and their father’s blue-green eyes like Harlow.
While Harlow was tall and blonde, Scarlett was small and dark-haired.
Harlow rose. “Scarlett, this is my workplace. You can’t come in here and yell.”
“I can when you’ve been lying to me, and helping to cover up Dad’s fuck-ups.”
“Scarlett.” Harlow grabbed her sister’s arm. “Keep it down.”
“So, were you ever going to tell me that Dad is in debt to his eyeballs, and dragged you into his disaster? Like always, he’d expect you to fix everything.”
“I wanted to keep you safe—”
“I’m not a child. Is it true some goons tried to kidnap you?”
“How do you know about this?”
“I called Dad and made him spill his guts.”
“Wait, he answered his phone?”
“Don’t deflect, fib, or tell me not to worry my pretty little head, Harlow.”
“What’s going on?”
Easton’s deep voice came from behind Harlow. He rested a hand on her shoulder.
Scarlett’s eyes went wide, her mouth dropping open.
“Easton, this is my sister, Scarlett. Scarlett, my boss, Easton Norcross.”
Her sister’s gaze dropped to Easton’s hand, her eyes narrowing. “You have a hot, famous billionaire boss? I thought you worked for Meredith?”
Harlow sighed. “This is a temporary assignment.”
“And now you’re sleeping with him?” Scarlett whisper-yelled.
“Scarlett, this is my workplace!”
“You want to talk about professional workplace behavior right now, when it’s very clear there is something going on between you and Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Insanely Wealthy?”
Harlow grabbed her sister’s arm and dragged her into Easton’s office.
He followed and closed the door behind them.
“Scarlett spoke with Dad,” Harlow told him.
“Ah,” Easton said. “I told you, you should’ve told her.”
Harlow shot him a look. “No one likes a know-it-all.”
He smiled.
Scarlett blinked. “Oh, well, I totally get it, Harlow.”
Harlow sighed. “He cooks, too.”
Her sister got a dreamy look on her face.
Harlow cleared her throat. “We need to talk about Dad—”
The door opened and Vander strode in. “Hey.”
Easton lifted a hand.
“Morning,” Harlow said. “Uh, sorry about proclaiming my undying love for you the other night.”
Vander’s lips twitched. “You were cute.”
Her sister made a sound. “Are you collecting hot guys, Harlow? And you somehow failed to mention this to me?”
She shot her sister a look. “Scarlett, this is Vander Norcross, Easton’s brother. Vander, my sister, Scarlett.”
Vander nodded.
Scarlett dropped into a chair, a hand to her chest. “Hi.”
Then Vander’s face hardened. “I have bad news.”
Harlow stiffened. She couldn’t breathe. Easton slid an arm around her.
“Things are heating up. I haven’t found your father, but Rhoda is done being patient. That also means that Antoine has stepped up his game to find your father. If we don’t find him first…”
Scarlett gasped.
Harlow closed her eyes and leaned into Easton. Oh, God.
Easton sat Harlow in a chair. She looked shaky, but her chin lifted. Facing her problems head on.
Scarlett looked pale and pissed.
“Rhoda knows we’re looking for Carlson and the dagger, but she has a reputation to keep,” Vander said.
Easton nodded. “If she comes across soft, others who owe her money will step out of line.”
Vander lifted his chin. “She’s already had a couple of people pushing the boundaries.”
“God, I’m going to kill Dad.” Scarlett’s voice was shaky.
“Rhoda wants your father, dead or alive,” Vander said.
With a cry, the sisters grabbed each other, hugging each other tight.
“And Antoine doesn’t want to lose out here. He’s put more men on the street to find your father, too.”
“Fuck.” Easton gripped Harlow’s shoulder. “It’ll be a war.”
Harlow reached up and grabbed his hand tightly.
“And that means Carlson’s family could be targets,” Vander said. “A way to draw him out. They know Harlow’s off-limits, but they could