Easton crouched in front of the pair. They didn’t look alike, but they had the same eyes, and the exact same look of worry on their faces.

“I’m sending Scarlett to Gia. Saxon’s house has good security, and they have spare rooms.”

“Gia is Easton’s sister,” Harlow told Scarlett. “She’s great.”

Scarlett swallowed. “I’m sorry. I rushed in here thinking just about me. You always try to protect me.”

“It’s my job as your big sister, Lettie.”

Scarlett squeezed Harlow’s hand. “I’m all grown up, Low. You don’t have to be the one shouldering everything all the time. But I never dreamed that Dad was in this much trouble.”

Harlow nodded and bit her lip.

Scarlett met Easton’s gaze, assessing for a second, before she looked back at Harlow. “I’m glad you have people helping you.”

“We’re going to keep you safe,” Easton said. “And Harlow is staying with me.”

“Really?” Scarlett drawled.

Harlow elbowed her sister. “I need you to stay safe. Let Easton and Vander find Dad.”

“As long as you’re safe, too.”

The sisters hugged each other.

“I’ll call Gia and Saxon,” Vander said. “Give them a heads-up. I can take Scarlett over to their place.” He glanced at Harlow’s sister. “Only problem is that I’m on my bike.”

“Bike?” Scarlett breathed. “Like a motorbike?”

A faint smile crossed Vander’s lips. “Yeah.”

Scarlett jumped up. “Take me, I’m all yours.”

“He’s too old and dangerous for you,” Harlow said. “Be good.”

“You have a hot guy already, so don’t be greedy.” She winked at Vander. “Let a girl dream a little.”

Vander shook his head and opened the door. “Let’s go.”

After they left, Easton pulled Harlow into his arms. “It’s going to be okay.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

Easton nuzzled her hair. When she tilted her head back, he took her mouth.

She made a hungry sound, and wound her arms around his neck, then kissed him back.

“Mr. Norcross, I have the report—oh. Oh.”

Harlow jerked back like she’d been electrocuted. Easton held on to her, and looked over at a wide-eyed Gina.

The woman stared at them for a second before her gaze zipped around the room like it didn’t know where to land.

“Thanks, Gina,” he said calmly. “Leave the report on my desk.”

The woman did as requested, and hurried out.

“Harlow—”

“Oh God, this will be all over the office in the next hour.” She squeezed her eyes closed. “Gina is lovely, but she has no filter.”

“So? I was never planning to keep our relationship hidden, like a dirty little secret.”