I move when she cuts down the hallway and grabs her purse from the peninsula. “Has he said anything about Harbor?”

She’s riffling through her bag but stops as if recalling a memory. “No. I don’t think he knows you’re dating him. I didn’t say anything because you know how he feels about people from The Pointe.” Swinging her bag over her shoulder, her arms go wide.

“Yeah, that’s why I haven’t told him.” I hug her once more.

“It’s going to be a hard conversation to have.” Moving toward the door, she says, “Hey, what are you getting up to this weekend? Will I see you?”

“Probably not. I have to work two events tomorrow—a ladies who brunch and kids’ afternoon tea—at the country club, naturally. You?”

“I work a double tomorrow, so I’ll probably come home and crash.”

Tucking some hair behind my ear, I lean against the counter. “We might cross paths. I’ll be back to change for dinner. We’re going out with Harbor’s parents. First time,” I singsong the last part.

“That’s a big step.”

“So was sex,” I say, and do a little spin. “But look at me now.”

“Gorgeous, dah-ling,” she says in her best uppity accent. Opening the door, she stops to add, “I’m happy for you, Lark.”

“Thanks.”

The door closes. I don’t rush for my room or text Harbor. I stand there a minute and look around. I’m so glad we made up and didn’t drag it out, but change is still in the air. I can feel it.

* * *

“How did it go?” Harbor takes my overnight bag and loads it into the trunk next to my backpack. I have a feeling we’ll be spending more time at the apartment now that we’ve christened it.

“All is well again.” I smile, moving around the car to the passenger’s side.

“Good. I know she’s important to you. I’m glad the two of you could work through it.” He starts the car and shifts into drive. Reaching over, he takes hold of my hand, brings it to his mouth, and kisses it. “I have bad news. My parents need to reschedule. My dad had to leave town for the city, something about Loch and his team calling a meeting in the morning.”

I’m disappointed I won’t get to have dinner with his mom and dad, but I get it. Stuff comes up. “Hope everything’s all right.”

“I’m sure it is or my mom would have told me. She sends her apologies.”

“Tell her not to worry about it.”

He rests our entwined hands on my lap. “I already did, so that means it’s just the two of us tomorrow night. What about watching one of your favorite movies at my place? We can order dinner in.”

My weekend just got so much better.

* * *

Dane eyes me like I did something wrong. “How’d you get here?”