Cade’s POV
The desperation in Harper’s eyes still haunts me, even after she’s long run out of my office. Last night, she seemed unusually out of it. What was she thinking walking down a busy highway in the middle of the night, and in a storm nonetheless? I’ve never seen her look so utterly broken.
“I need you to find out what’s up with her,” I order Max. “Something about this isn’t sitting right with me.”
“What’s there to know?” he answers, shrugging. “The broad wants more money to play with down at the casino.”
I shake my head in denial. “No, Harper doesn’t gamble. She wouldn’t.”
When we were kids, her father would constantly gamble away their rent money. At times, my grandmother would send food over herself because they couldn’t even afford groceries. There’s no way Harper would fal
