7
A month after my move, Harper picked me up from the Training Grounds and immediately hit me with, “Wow, you’ve changed.”
I blinked at him. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“When we first met, I thought you were just this dull, emotionally wounded woman. But now…” He gave me a once-over. “You’re kind of lively. Charming, even.”
I smirked. “Charming? Careful, Harper. Compliments like that might go to my head.”
Maybe people here were just more generous with their praise, or maybe all this sunshine and sea air really had worked some magic on me. Whatever it was, I felt different—confident, even. I’d traded in my brooding Red River Pack vibes for a whole new outlook.
Life here was… light. Easy. My evenings were spent at the beach bar with my colleagues, where we drank, laughed, an
