Harper PoV
Oh my God, did I hear that right?
Did he say…?
My heart flutters at the possibility that he remembers.
He actually remembers?
I try to keep an expressionless face, but deep inside I am screaming like a teenager.
He chuckles and softly runs his knuckles on my cheek.
“Yes, I remember Harper. And I always keep my promises.”
“You promised the damsel in distress, James. Not the real me.” I smile sadly.
“Mrs. Doubtfire does not exist?” he asks me, but there is no malice in his voice.
“Of course, she does. Your friend the detective tracked her down.” I reply, confused by his question.
“Did you lie when you said you never celebrated Christmas?”
I shake my head, unable to answer.
I fidget with my fingers, fighting to control my emotions.
“The real you, fidgets with he
