Free Breaking Clear (Full Hearts Series Book 3) by Mj Summers Page B

thing, darling. I’ll take good care of it,” he called as he watched her walk away.
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    Evan watched Brent’s eyes track Harper’s ass as she manoeuvred around the table, his blood heating up to a simmer. Although he knew he had no business thinking it, he didn’t want anyone looking at her that way. Before he had time to understand just exactly why this bothered him in the first place, she was heading straight for him, in a low-cut black shirt and dark jeans that curved around her hips exactly the way his hands were itching to. Her red heels brought her big blue eyes four inches closer to his. How the hell could she walk in those things without toppling over? Instead of falling, she was moving like she was on a runway and she owned it.
    She slipped through the crowded space and came face to face with Evan. He gave her a little nod. “Hey, didn’t expect to see you here.”
    “I’m filling in for Megan. She was supposed to cover the event for the city,” she said, moving closer to speak into his ear. Her proximity to his neck allowed her perfume to reach his nose, then travel directly to his cock. “Are you going over to O’Neill’s after this?”
    “Yeah. You coming?” he asked.
    “I just received an invite. I thought it might be fun,” she answered, just as one of the other patrons knocked her forward into Evan’s chest. He grabbed her waist with one hand to steady her.
    “I’ll make sure it’s fun. Save me a dance,” he said into her ear, leaving his hand on her.
    Harper gave him a sultry look. “In that case, I might stop by,” she answered before turning and cutting through the crowd toward the front.
    Now Evan’s eyes were the ones doing the tracking. He blew out a long breath at the sight of her walking away. She did not have that ass when they were in high school. That he would have remembered.
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    Harper worked until the show ended, then made her way back to the table to put away the equipment. The partygoers started to disperse, some singing to themselves, others searching for the next venue to keep the good times going. Their group followed the crowd through the gates, Brent walking beside her. “You ready for some fun?”
    “I am. It’s been a while since I cut loose. I’m just going to drop off Megan’s equipment in the truck,” Harper answered, glancing behind her and seeing Evan walking with a couple of his old hockey teammates. His eyes were set on her intently.
    Harper veered off the sidewalk toward the parking lot on the opposite side of the street.
    “Harper, hang on a second,” Evan called, jogging after her. “You change your mind?”
    “No, I just thought I’d drop off Meg’s stuff in the truck.” She paused so he could catch up.
    Evan took the bag from her, slinging it over his shoulder. “Why don’t you put it in mine? I needed the Fort Knox security system, so you might as well use it too.”
    “That would be nice. Thank you.”
    Once everything was locked up, Evan turned to her. “Shall we go?” he asked, holding his arm out.
    Harper looped her hand under his considerable forearm, wrapping her fingers around his skin. They walked in silence, the tension rising between them. Once inside the pub, Evan leaned in. “What are you drinking?”
    “Surprise me,” she answered, heading over to the bar table where their friends were standing.
    Harper smiled to herself. Maybe Boulder wasn’t so bad after all. So far tonight had been wonderful. She’d been welcomed with open arms by her old friends, and there was one in particular from whom she was pleased to be receiving such a warm reception. A martini glass was lowered onto the table in front of Harper. And there he was.
    “Figured you for a cosmo girl,” Evan said.
    Turning her head to thank him, Harper was surprised by how close he was to her. She could feel the heat off his body as she glanced up at him. His arm brushed against her shoulder as he took a drag of