Hans looked at her with that classic Are you kidding me? face. “What else could it be? You didn’t show up at the airport, your phone was off, and unless something had happened, you’d have been there.”
He glanced at Petty, checking her out from head to toe, relieved to see her bundled up in so many layers. “At least Franco did something right for once and made sure you were warm.”
Remembering the last two days, Petty tried not to think about all the ways Franco had absolutely not acted like a decent person lately.
Hans wanted to know what really happened. She gave him the quick, edited version, leaving out the messy parts about Franco. Hans didn’t even react. Guys like Franco, the kind who hurt people quietly and kept you guessing, just weren’t worth talking about.
“Harris was hurt saving you. Did you thank him?” Hans asked.
Petty nodded.
Hans let out a low noise, rubbing his forehead like he suddenly had a migraine. “That’s a huge favor. How are we ever supposed to pay back something like that?”
He’d always thought well of Harris. Out of all the rich kids in their circle, Harris had the cleanest reputation. It was pretty obvious to Hans that Harris liked Petty, though. The Byron family had everything money could buy, so the only thing that really made sense as payment was Petty herself.
Before anyone could say more, a soft, tired voice broke in.
“Petty doesn’t owe me anything.”
Hans and Petty turned. Harris stood there, propped between two bodyguards in the doorway. He was wrapped in a military coat, pale as a sheet.
Hans looked at the spot just over his heart and frowned.
Harris spoke, lips pale and barely moving. “My father started this. If I got shot, that’s just me paying for his mistakes. This has nothing to do with Petty. I should have protected her.”
He looked straight into Petty’s eyes, nothing held back.

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