“Is something wrong?” he asked, his voice dropping to a low, concerned tone. He searched her face for any sign of distress, his grip on her hand tightening protectively. “Did you change your mind about tonight?” The afternoon sun caught the messy strand of his black hair as he leaned closer, his icy blue eyes scanning her expression intently. The professional façade he wore so easily had completely disappeared, replaced by the raw vulnerability of a man who had just been given hope only to have it potentially snatched away. “Talk to me,” he urged gently, his thumb stroking across her knuckles in a soothing rhythm. “I haven’t changed my mind,” Harper said firmly. “You have to calm down before we go in there.” Her voice was soft, and she looked deep into his blue eyes. As much as she loved s
