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at my side. My sleep was inundated with its usual restlessness and this morning as I slid from under my sheets I was still laden with vague memories of fitful sleep. I pulled on a pair of yoga pants and shuffled out of my bedroom door only to be confronted by Harper. He stood in the doorway to his room across the hall from me wearing a cheeky grin that played havoc with my heart. It took another second for my foggy brain to realize he had shaved his head. Not to the skin short, but buzz cut short all over. It wasn’t fair. How did he still look so damn good? I reached down grabbing a discarded cushion from my bed and threw it at him, scoring a direct hit right in the face.
    “Why did you do that, you jerk?” I mumbled.
    “You don’t like the way I look anymore?” He held his hand to his heart feigning hurt.
    “You look just fine but you didn’t have to do that.”
    “I like my hair like this.” He ran his hand over the newly shaved do. “It was getting too close to dreadlocks and I heard a story once about a guy who had an infestation of cockroaches in his dreadies.” He gave me a pointed look. “Cockroaches, Breeze, fucking cockroaches in his hair!” He looked horrified
    “I like your hair longer,” I stubbornly argued, trying to suppress the urge to smile at his ridiculous ranting.
    “It’ll grow back. We can make it a competition; see whose grows the fastest.” He wiggled his eyebrows and I could no longer contain the laughter. This man really was my happy pill. He should come with a warning, ‘best served in small doses’. To hell with that, I wanted to overdose on his joy and enthusiasm. My nose kicked in at that moment recognizing the delicious scent of bacon and eggs. Following the command of my growling stomach, I headed straight for the kitchen. George was laying cutlery out around the table which was full of plates piled high with bacon, eggs and pancakes. My internal sigh obviously showed on the outside and George greeted me with a big smile and a quick kiss to the forehead.
    “Harper said you missed dinner last night so I thought I’d cook up a feast for you.” I sat down and began filling up my plate. “You look good today,” George quietly admitted. I knew he wasn’t talking about my general appearance, but really my mood. I guess I didn’t feel quite so dark and dismal. Perhaps something akin to hope had fluttered deep within my chest.
    The meal was consumed in relative silence and once I lifted my head to breathe for a moment, I realized Harper and George were having what I could only assume was a silent argument. Short shakes of the head followed by scowls and the occasional nod. Yep, someone had something planned and I knew I wasn’t going to like it. Placing my knife and fork down quietly, I glared directly at what I knew would be the source of any problems—Harper. Only Harper would get George into this kind of a hissy.
    “What’s going on, Harper?” Both he and George stopped the soundless conversation and turned to look at me. George looked worried. Harper on the other hand looked determined. Oh no, this really wasn’t good.
    “Go pack a bag,” he demanded, no explanation of why, and definitely no please. He could be such a caveman sometimes. 
    “Excuse me?” I looked him straight in the eye and held his unwavering gaze.
    “Road trip.” Harper grinned and I rolled my eyes in disbelief.
    “Nu-uh. After buying those tickets to Pink yesterday I am officially broke.” I stretched back in my chair, a self-satisfied grin on my face. He couldn’t argue with the fact I was broke, I needed whatever I had left, which was almost nothing, to pay for doctors’ bills. Harper didn’t blink an eye as he regarded me then grinned with smug arrogance.
    “Actually, you’re not broke. There’s ten thousand dollars in your account and you’re going to spend every cent thoughtlessly. Clothes, music, new car, hell, give it away if you want but we are leaving as soon as your bag