“You gonna go talk to her or what?” Nathan felt his heart skip. Harper caught the way he stared and punched him in the arm this time, grinning. “Go talk to her!” He shook his head, brushing off the suggestion. “No way.” She smirked. “Come on, Nathan. You can’t keep hiding behind that wall forever.” He opened his mouth to protest, but Harper was already turning back toward the stage, calling over her shoulder, “Don’t make me announce it over the microphone.” Nathan knew bette

Her eyes dropped to the floor as she headed toward the door. He hadn’t realized she had been listening to their conversation. He should have said something; an apology maybe, but the words lodged stubbornly in his throat. Gran lifted a hand, halting Blair’s retreat. Her expression was calm but unyielding. Sweet as sugar when she wanted to be, yes—but once her mind was set, she was immovable. And the way she looked at Blair now? Protective, in a tender way. “Don’t you let that