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look good, would it? Out on a Saturday night with her best friend and without a care in the world? While Roger stayed at home and cried over the loss of his fickle girlfriend?
    Okay, he probably wouldn’t be crying. He’d actually taken the news like a champ and said that he’d felt the same way, which came as a surprise to her. He knew she’d felt restless lately and he was worried that he wouldn’t be enough for her. That had made her feel bad.
    Until he said that she wasn’t enough for him either.
    Wren waved a hand. “You worry too much over what people think about you. You always have.”
    â€œAnd you don’t worry enough.” This was why they made such a good team. They balanced each other out.
    â€œFine, let’s go out tonight and you can cry into your glass of white wine while you slowly get drunk. Same diff.” Wren smiled, looking like she’d just solved world peace. “You need to let loose, Harper. Roger kept you all stifled up in that little house of his and you never wanted to go out anymore. I’ve finally got you back.” Wren made a face. “I sound incredibly selfish, don’t I?”
    â€œSort of.” Harper reached out and grabbed her hand, clasping it between both of hers. “But I don’t mind. You’re right. I was so busy trying to make sure what Roger and I had was working that I probably neglected our friendship.” She’d neglected everything, including her own needs. And she did have needs, damn it. “I’m sorry.”
    â€œYou don’t need to apologize, it’s okay. Really. I understand. Men make us do crazy things.” Wren smiled and withdrew her hand from Harper’s. “Speaking of men, I know some of my brothers are going out tonight. We should go with them.”
    Just like that, nerves jumped in Harper’s stomach. “Which brothers?” Please say Holden and Lane. Please, please say Holden and Lane.
    â€œHolden and West.” Wren wrinkled her nose. “That jerk invited them over for dinner last night but didn’t include me. Can you believe it?”
    â€œWhich jerk?” Harper knew which one. She just . . . what? Wanted to hear his name said out loud again? Wanted to talk about him in the sneakiest way possible?
    She was pitiful. If Wren knew she was hot for West she’d probably . . .
    Harper didn’t know what Wren would do. She’d tried her hardest to keep her brothers away from her friends, which had been impossible. Boys surrounded Wren in her house. When they were younger, all of Wren’s friends had wanted to go over there after school and on the weekends for a chance to hang out with the Gallagher boys, including Harper. Though she never admitted it. Wren really was her friend.
    She just happened to have a minor crush on her best friend’s big brother.
    â€œWest. He’s such an ass. Why wouldn’t he invite me? Is it because I don’t have a penis?” Wren’s head jerked toward the entrance, her eyes narrowing. “Uh-oh, look who just walked in.”
    Harper ducked her head, glancing as slyly as she could toward the door, fully expecting to see West striding inside. But it wasn’t him.
    â€œWhat’s the big deal? It’s just Tate.” Harper turned to face Wren once more, only to find her friend wasn’t paying her any mind. She was too busy staring at the handsome firefighter as he made his way to the counter to place his order.
    â€œHe acts like he’s God’s gift to women,” Wren all but sneered.
    Well, Tate Warren was extremely handsome. And he knew it too, with that perfect smile he was always flashing at innocent women and the way he drew attention whenever he was in his uniform, considering he filled it out oh-so-finely. Harper was of the quiet assumption that Tate wore it more often than was necessary just so he could make women drool.
    And they were drooling right now. Well,