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is packed.” The only thing that moved was my jaw, dropping somewhere to the vicinity of my feet. Harper finally pushed his chair back from the table and stood. “Fine, I’ll pack for you.” I glanced to George for help. Harper was already strolling casually down the hallway.
    “Sweetheart, don’t fight it. Harper can afford this; I handle his investments, remember? He has plenty of money and you need this. You need the cash, you need the break and you need him. Today you smiled, you actually got out of bed and smiled and you haven’t done that in months. Just go and have fun, Harp will have you back in time for your next appointment.” George stood and just walked away, leaving me sitting alone in confused silence at the kitchen table. Road trip? I had never been on a road trip before, I didn’t even know what one entailed other than a road and, of course, a trip. Where would we go? Did we need to book hotels? I quickly pushed my chair back and raced down the hall to my room. When I arrived in the doorway, I found Harper sorting through the clean pile of clothes George must have dropped off this morning. It should have shamed me that I had my neighbor doing my laundry, but George had started doing it when I was too sick to, and it appeared he hadn’t stopped.
    “You’re really going to pack my bag?” I laughed. Harper turned to face me holding up a bra with strategically placed lips decorated over each cup.
    ”Harper!” I yelled crossing the room and snatching the underwear out of his hands.
    “Baby, when the hell did you start wearing this?” His voice was low and husky as he picked up a pair of sheer black knickers with a cute little red bow on the back. I snatched them from him too. “Seriously, Breeze, your underwear is giving me a semi, I can’t believe you let George wash this. In fact, never again, if you need your clothes washed I’ll damn well do it.” He held up another a lacy red G-string and I swear my entire body flushed with the same color.
    “I thought you would have seen Naomi in plenty of stuff like this, I’m surprised it has any effect on you at all.” Harper scowled at the mention of Naomi and shook his head. I began shoving clothes into a large backpack.
    “This might surprise you, but I was enjoying the thought of you in them.” Harper’s words stopped me in my tracks. 
    “Since when?” I asked.
    Harper shrugged. “Even the plain ol’ granny panties you wear get me going. And I don’t think it has anything to do with the clothes.”
    “I don’t own granny panties!” I argued shoving my ordinary white cotton granny panties under the pile of washing. I was trying very hard to ignore the fact he had suggested he liked me rather than the underwear.
    “Yeah you do. It’s your safe underwear, but this,” he held up another bra that matched the red G-string, “this is not safe,” he groaned. I tried to conceal a smile as I wrenched the bra out of his hands and stuffed it in my bag.
    “Breeze baby, I think it’s safe to say that although you and I have always been friends first there’s always been something more. What I told you back in March was the God’s honest truth, the way I told you was uncool, but it was still the truth.” Ignorance was bliss, so I continued to ignore Harper’s confessions. It was easier that way. Harper was opening and shutting drawers obviously in search of something.
    “You need a hand?” I quipped. Harper continued rifling through my drawers until he came to the one where I kept my swimmers. My rarely used swimmers. The drawer was full of them. Harper was constantly bringing me home bikinis from his sponsor, Ripcurl. I was a terrible swimmer and I had completely irrational fears of the water. But seriously, how many deadly creatures lived under the sea! And how many people drowned each year? And why on Earth would we even consider getting in the water when clearly our legs were created for walking on? It was fair enough to say I