If You Only Knew (Harper Falls Book 3) by Mary J. Williams Read Free Book Online

could pick and choose
their clients, and charge exorbitant rates. The athletes and movie stars didn’t
even blink at their fees. In the meantime, Drew and Jack were able to move out
of the craphole they had been sharing and each had bought their own place.
    It said a lot about how fast circumstances could change.
Drew Harper was born to wealth and privilege. If you could buy it, he could
have it. When he left all that behind, he wondered how he would cope.
    Not only had he survived — he thrived.
    And now, years later, he was in the position to buy anything
his heart desired. And like then, he only wanted one thing, the one thing that would
never be for sale. Tyler Jones.
    He sat up a little straighter as the door to the converted
warehouse opened. M.J. shuffled out, turning to say something, or to listen.
Drew wasn’t certain which. The exchange only lasted a few moments. Tyler shut
the door, and according to the app on his phone, engaged all the built-in
security. Smart lady.
    Drew watched to see what M.J. was going to do. He’d always
been a mean sucker, and now by the looks of him, he was a drug-addicted one. A
dangerous combination, no matter what Tyler thought.
    An old, beat-up tan Nova pulled up and M.J. crawled inside.
The street light illuminated the driver’s side well enough for Drew to get a
good look. Kyle Jones. The other brother. If he remembered right, Kyle took his
cues from M.J.
    He waited a minute after the car pulled away from the curb
then followed. He was going to make sure they were down for the night and
didn’t decide to circle back in an hour or so.
    Harper Falls, for all its affluence, had a section of town
that was a bit rundown. He hated the word, but Drew supposed it could be called
trashy. The rents were low and the inhabitants more on their way down than
scrambling to get out. That was where he expected M.J. and Kyle to go. Instead,
they turned down a neat little street lined with pretty trees and
well-maintained yards.
    Jasmine Avenue. Well, now. It seemed the Jones boys still
ran home to Mommy. Why the woman put up with them was a mystery for the ages,
one Drew would never be able to solve.
    It was a safe bet that they were in for the night. Drew
could have gone home, spent the night in his big, comfortable bed — and not
slept a wink. The driver’s seat of his car suited him much better. Putting his
head back, he watched as the last light in the Jones house went out. And he let
his mind drift back to when Tyler lived there. When they were feeling their way
towards love.
     
    ELEVEN YEARS EARLIER
     
    DREW TRIED TO concentrate on what Miranda Lloyd was saying.
Something about a boat and her parents. She seemed to think her bright pink
lipstick and pushed-up cleavage were all that was needed to keep his attention.
A week ago, she would have been right.
    Now, after a brief meeting with a tall, lanky brunette,
nothing Miranda had to say held the least bit of interest for him. It didn’t
help any that Tyler Jones and her friends were sitting a mere two tables away.
How was he supposed to think of anything else? She had been on his mind
constantly.
    Not that he hadn’t noticed her before. Tyler was the kind of
girl that generated second looks. He admitted part of her appeal was that she
was so unlike the girls he had known all of his life. Harper Falls was not a
big town, but it had very distinct economic and social factions. He and Tyler
Jones did not reside in the same ones.
    Drew was a Harper. He never understood why a last name
should raise him above anyone else. His mother seemed to think the answer was
obvious. His family founded Harper Falls. Built it from the ground up. Russell
Harper had been a great man, so Regina Harper said. A visionary.
    Drew couldn’t argue. The town library was filled with books
on the subject, all touting his ancestor as either the greatest mind of the
twentieth century or a man nearing sainthood. Of course,