it. Plus, the bartender had just set two shot glasses in front of the girls. Wren grinned madly at Harper as she handed one of the glasses to her. âBottoms up!â
Harper hadnât even looked in his direction yet and he was surprisingly butt hurt. He watched as she grabbed the glass and clinked it to the edge of Wrenâs before tossing her head back and drinking that shot down in one smooth swallow. She made a sexy little satisfied noise as she slammed her now empty glass on the counter, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and beaming at his sister.
Ah shit. Was that his dick twitching to life? He had no idea watching Harper drink would be so damn arousing. He needed to get himself in check and stat. She was a taken woman. He had no business lusting after her. She belonged to someone else.
The thought alone made his mouth dry as sand.
âI need a drink,â he muttered to no one in particular.
âWant me to order you something?â Harper asked sweetly.
West did a double take, shock coursing through him. Did she just offer to do something nice for him? Yesterday when they talked sheâd both insulted and snubbed him all in a matter of seconds. âUh, sure. A beer?â
âPale ale?â She lifted her brows.
His skin went warm. She remembered his favorite beer. Way to get to a manâs heart and quick. âYeah. That would be great. Thanks.â
âNot a problem.â She turned toward the bartender, waving her hand until she got his attention. He made his way over to where she and Wren sat and the both of them gave the guy an earful, orders from everyone.
But Harper asked for only Westâs order. Why that little detail made him feel special, he wasnât sure. He wasnât going to dwell on it. He couldnât. Nothing could happen between them. Not ever.
He had the urge to get a beer in hand even more now.
âWeâre celebrating,â Wren told him when the bartender walked away.
He raised a brow. âWhat are you celebrating?â
âWren.â Harperâs tone was a warning, and Wren pressed her lips together, looking like she might burst. âDonât say it.â
Now he was curious. Though what if they were celebrating Harperâs engagement to the dude she lived with? Hey, it could happen. Living with someone was quite the commitment. One he couldnât imagine wanting to embark on. He wasnât even ready for a relationship.
He didnât think heâd ever be ready.
Wrenâs lips parted and she sucked in air before she blurted, âHarperâs a free woman.â
West frowned, his gaze sliding to Harperâs. âFree?â
Harper glared at his sister before she offered him a weak smile. âUm, my boyfriend and I . . . â
âShe dumped him,â Wren interrupted. âAnd about damn time too. He was so boring. â
Harper said nothing. Neither could West. His brain was too busy reworking what Wren had just told him. Harper was single. This was good news.
Excellent news.
âYou promised you wouldnât bash him,â Harper said quietly.
âIâm sorry. You know I get mouthy when I drink.â Lamest excuse ever. Wren was always mouthy. âWest, youâre lucky you didnât witness those two together. They made a horrible couple.â
He could see the hurt etched all over Harperâs face, but she wasnât saying anything. âWren, lay off.â
âPlease.â Wren waved a hand. âHarper knows the truth. I mean, come on. They worked together, which was the first mistake. How exciting could an accountant be?â
West raised his brows. âArenât you an accountant?â Would Harper continue working with her now ex-boyfriend? That would be . . . weird.
âBookkeeper.â Wren waved her hand around again, nearly slapping Westâs cheek. He dodged out of her way.
âSame diff,â Harper muttered under her