“I was fine. Easton scared him off.” She couldn’t tell Christie about her dad. Harlow nibbled her lip. She wouldn’t drag her friend into this mess. She’d deal with it.

“Easton, again. So, your sexy boss played hero?”

“He dropped me home.”

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I promise.” Harlow’s cell phone rang. “I have to go, babe. Coffee soon?”

“If your hunky boss lets you out. Oh, and Charlie and I are heading down to San Diego for a week, remember?”

“Lucky duck. Bye. Love you.” She snatched up her cell phone and saw her sister’s name.

“Scarlett.”

“Hey, big sis.”

A flood of love hit Harlow. “Hi, little sis.”

“I haven’t got long,” Scarlett said. “I’m about to head into a lecture. I just wanted to say hello.”

“How’s school?”

“So awesome.” Her sister’s voice lit up. “I’ve finally found my thing Harlow. Like you did. Another year, I’ll have my degree, and I have so many plans.”

Harlow smiled, but her hand curled around the phone. Her sister was so happy. After several years of being so miserable doing a business degree, she’d switched to studying teaching at UCLA.

Harlow couldn’t let that get ruined. “Do you need anything? I can organize for—”

Scarlett let out a huff. “I’m a big girl now, Low. I can do things for myself. I know you love to keep us all organized, but you need to chill.”

“I just want to help.”

“I know.” Her sister’s voice softened. “But I’m not a little girl anymore. And Mom and Dad depend on you too much. I know you organized the new gardener at the house, and booked their upcoming cruise, and made dad’s doctor’s appointments. They’re adults.”

“I like helping.”

Her sister sighed.

It was an old argument that Harlow usually sidestepped. “You keep studying hard.”

“I will. You don’t work too hard. Hey, on my next vacation, I’m coming home. I can help you knock down some walls when you get a place.”

Harlow’s belly knotted. “Sure.”

“Or I can paint. I’m good at painting.”

“I have to go, Scarlett.”

“Sure, me too. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

When Harlow ended the call, she dropped her head into her hand. Then she looked up and logged onto her bank website.

Her savings account showed a big fat zero.

The money was gone.

Well, she hoped her dad was safe now.

“Find a problem, solve the problem.” This would all be sorted out soon.

“Harlow?”

She jolted, spun, and threw the pen in her hand. Easton caught it before it hit him in the face.

He frowned. “You okay?”

She felt heat rising in her cheeks. “You just surprised me.”

He eyed her like a scientist studying a sample. “I overheard you talking with your sister.”