Harlow flicked Easton a glance, worrying her bottom lip. “I’m fine, Dad.”

“I went to your apartment and you weren’t there.”

“Um, I stayed with a…friend.”

“The dinner went all right?”

Her nose wrinkled. “It was bearable. Dad, we need to talk about the next steps.”

“There have been some developments,” her father said.

“For me, too. Some men tried to grab me off the street, Dad. And Antoine swore it wasn’t him.”

“No.” Her father’s voice was a harsh croak.

Easton frowned and moved closer. Her father’s voice showed signs of stress. Easton looked at Harlow. He hated seeing the worry lining her face.

“Princess, meet me at your place in thirty minutes. We’ll talk then.” The line went dead.

Harlow fished around in her bag and found a hair tie, then pulled her hair up in a messy knot. “I need to get to my apartment. I need to shower and change, and meet my dad.”

Easton nodded. “Let me change first. Help yourself to something to eat.”

He went upstairs to his master suite. Today, he didn’t take in the breathtaking views of the Bay, with the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz Island in prime position.

In his large master closet, he stripped off the clothes he’d slept in, then headed into the bathroom. After a quick shower, he brushed his teeth, and pulled on a clean shirt and suit. His hair was still damp when he rejoined Harlow.

She pushed a mug of coffee at him. Beside it was a plate holding a bagel.

“Coffee, black with one sugar. Bagel with cream cheese and smoked salmon, and a few capers.”

Just how he liked it. “Thanks. You didn’t have to.” He pulled out his phone and called the office.

“Mr. Norcross’ office.”

“Gina, it’s Easton. I’m going to be late. Can you cancel my calls for the morning, and reschedule the Buxton meeting to this afternoon?” He listened to Gina throw questions at him, watching Harlow look at the shelves beside the TV. “Harlow’s going to be late, too, so that’s why I need you to do it. We’ll be in the office in about an hour or so.”

Harlow turned and whisper yelled, “No. She’ll know we’re together.”

“Thanks, Gina.” He ended the call. “We are together.”

“God, office gossip won’t be a wildfire, it’ll be a nuclear explosion.” Harlow threw her hands in the air.

He drank his coffee, then bit into the bagel. He chewed and swallowed. “It’ll be fine.”

She glared at him.

Easton quickly finished his breakfast. As they headed to the elevator, he saw her looking around his place. She peered into the formal living area that he rarely used and her eyes widened.

“Oh, my God. Your views.” Large windows framed the Bay.

“They’re better from my bedroom upstairs.”