"I saw it a minute before you called in," Adam mumbled to me, turning his head to glance at Harley, who was gazing at us in suspicion.
The newly dropped article on the tabloid was about Harley again. But this time around, it was not anyone anonymous. No, it was her second-oldest sister who'd made the post, claiming Harley had nothing to do with them. She wasn't their family, and truly, she'd claim to be a Legan for a few days of fame. The comments were going as far as to ask for Harley to be sued.
What the fuck?
"Are you going to do anything about it?" Adam asked.
I snapped my attention back to him and slowly nodded. "I will. I'll do something about it."
