Chapter 9 “How So?”

Harper’s [POV]
As we head back to the inn, I catch a head of icy-blonde hair through the slats of the gazebo. Dressed in all black, James stands out in the lively green of the garden. He’s looking down, but as I stare, his head snaps up to meet mine.
Beau stops and sighs. “I’m going to go ahead.” He takes the basket from me, and I frown. “My brother wants to talk to you.”