“H and R Co.?” Gwyneth suggested, putting the butt of the pencil on her lips. She eyed Harper and waited for her approval.
The rest of their crew sat on the stage while Harper paced around calmly.
She frowned and caught Gwyneth’s gaze, shaking her head.
“That’s short for Harper and Roland?” Gwyneth nodded her head in response to Harper’s query, scratching off the name suggestion.
“I don’t need my name in it, and neither would Roland want that. Besides, let’s not drag him into this. I prefer to stay alive rather than get mobbed by a few women who would want to see me dead.”
Harper shivered at the mental image that played in her head. It wasn’t pleasant at all. That sort of violence wasn’t acceptable in how she would want to die.
“Well,” Gwyneth spoke. “Technically, you are his girlfriend. So, I don’t see anything wrong with it.”
Harper snorted.
“Let’s just think of something else, alright?”
