** Harper **
"I still can't figure out how Chelsea knew about the web novel thing," Harper mumbled as she set down her phone, looking up at Eli from where she lay in his lap. "I just told Tyler that we're gonna go get dinner together this weekend, and I'm bringing my friend Chelsea along. He clearly didn't recognize the name at all. So if that's not who she got the news from, how did it happen?"
Eli's hand, which had been lazily tousling her hair all evening while they watched whatever random midweek entertainment show it was on TV, paused. "So he really is coming this weekend?" he asked. "Damn. I think I have more to worry about in a couple of days than catching the mysterious whistleblower. Since when has this guy gotten so efficient?"
Oops. Right, she had forgotten that her boyfriend still needed time to fully recover from the brotherly trauma that hadn't quite resolved yet.
