Jett
No way.
I stared from Harper to the much older man at the top of the steps.
I knew his face, I had seen it on the news countless times.
“Dad?” I dragged my eyes from him to look down at my mate. This was her father? “Harper,Just how rich are you?”
She looked away embarrassed, and my fingers found her chin, tilting her chin up.
“I’m not rich Jett.”
“Your Daddy is.” I gazed back at the man . My arm still right about her waist.
“Actually it’s my money.” The woman and she could be no one else but Harper’s mum pushed passed her husband. She had an over night bag in one hand and her car keys clutched in another.
“Mum?” Harper raised her head from where it lay against my chest. Her eyes quizzical.
“What are you doing?”
There was a pause as the older version of Harper stared be
