*Harper*
After Oliver and I got 'reunited,' I got myself unpacked and settled into his house. Well, our house, now. I was officially living with him. Getting settled had taken a long time. Oliver liked unpacking my things, and we kept getting distracted by my finer pieces of lingerie.
Oliver had gone out to get us some breakfast, and I was lounging on the couch in a comfy bathrobe. When I heard keys in the door, I sat up, but it wasn't Oliver that walked in.
“Dad, I'm home! Glad to see this place isn't a crime scene anymore," Jolee called.
I cleared my throat and fixed the pillows on the couch.
“Harper?" Jolee asked, arching an eyebrow at me.
“Hey," I said, waving awkwardly.
“You're here, on my dad's couch, in a bathrobe. Is he around?" she asked. She crossed her arms and glan
