“Glen,” he said, his voice losing its morning warmth and taking on a more formal, guarded tone. “I was not aware you would be here this morning.” His icy blue eyes darted back toward Harpers bedroom door, a flicker of panic crossing his features. The comfortable intimacy of moment ago evaporated completely as CEO mode kicked in automatically. “I got in early this morning,” Glen said causally and headed toward the fridge, opening the door slightly. “I am surprised too, Harper has never brough a guy home before.” He took a small yogurt contained out of the fridge and closed the door, turning to look at Oliver.
Oliver’s jaw tightened at the mention of Harper, his posture becoming more rigid as he processed Glen’s casual revelation. The fact that she had never brought anyone home before sent
