Jules
Harper’s grin sharpened like she had just discovered her new favorite hobby, which from what I've gathered since the first time I met her, it was going to really be her favorite thing to do.
“So,” she drawled, rocking back on her heels, “should we congratulate you two for… whatever this is?” She gestured at me, and Ryan, then at the bed like she was unveiling a particularly scandalous exhibit.
There was still that s**t eating grin on her face, one that I wanted to knock off, but couldn't.
“It’s really not what it…”
“It absolutely looks like it is,” she cut in before I even finished the first syllable. “I mean, what else could it be?”
I glared at her. “Harper, please for goodness…”
“Please what? Please acknowledge the half-naked man in your bed? Or please acknowledge the fac
