Harlow frowned. “Easton’s bar?”

“He has an entire bar room in that big house of his. There’s a pool table, and the bar is fully-stocked.” Gia reached out and squeezed Harlow’s hand. “We’ll make our own fun.”

“Maybe I have plans,” Easton said.

“Now you have better ones,” his sister countered.

He shook his head.

Finally, they said their goodbyes.

“I’ll call when we have something,” Vander said. “Your dad can’t have gotten far.”

“Thanks, Vander,” Harlow said.

Ethan Norcross hugged her, and for a second, she wanted to hold on to his solid body and absorb as much of his paternal comfort as possible.

“Let my boy take care of you, Harlow. He needs it.”

She nodded.

“And take care of him back.” Ethan winked.

Clara hugged her too, pressing kisses to both her cheeks. “Everything will be fine, Harlow. You’ll see.”

In the car, Harlow stared out of the window as they drove back to Pacific Heights. She looked at Easton through the shadowed car. He drove well. It was sexy to watch those long fingers on the wheel.

“What’s going on in your head?” he asked, as he pulled into his garage.

“I can’t just sit around doing nothing, and letting Vander do all the work. I need to help find my father.”

Easton’s face hardened. “You aren’t traipsing around San Francisco—”

“No,” she interrupted him. “I’m not stupid.” They headed to the elevator. “I’m going to make a list of dad’s friends. He could be staying with one of them, or they could’ve helped him.”

Easton nodded slowly as the elevator ascended. “That’s actually a good idea.”

She shot him a dry look. “I do have them once in a while.”

“I know. The best one you had was when you decided to sleep with your boss.”

“I don’t remember sleeping with Meredith.”

He tugged her closer and nipped her jaw.

“I’m going to make the list tonight, and I’ll call around tomorrow.” Harlow felt energized. This was a way to help and take control of the situation.

“Come on.” He pulled her down the hall and into a media room. The walls were a dark gray, and the screen was enormous. Huge, black-leather chairs filled the space, and framed, classic-movie pictures were lined up on the walls.

“This is awesome,” she said. “Movie nights must be amazing. Big screen. Popcorn.”

She saw Easton blink.

She put her hands on her hips. “You’ve never done a movie night?”

“I don’t have time.”

“Because you’re a workaholic. “

“I sometimes have gaming nights with Saxon and my brothers.”

Harlow was totally going to make him do movie nights.

He moved to a small, built-in bar and opened a bottle of wine. He brought her back a glass of deep-ruby-red liquid. She sat in one of the big chairs, snuggling into the leather.