HARPER

A pounding on the door makes me jump up from the floor.

“Harper?” the beautiful voice says softly through the door. “Open up,

Harp.”

“Don’t call me that,” I say back. “You have no right to call me that.”

“Open the door, or I swear to fucking God, I will kick it in and break the locks.”

“I’m dialing the police.”

“No, you’re not. You’re on the run. It doesn't take a guy like me to see that. Open. The. Door. I need to set you straight. Right now.” I pause, thinking.

He kicks the door and the wood around the lock begins to splinter.

“Stop!”

“Open,” he commands....