Chapter 13

"Can I not go inside the bar? It's stuffy in there," Harper whispered. She wasn't comfortable around the strangers, but she was worried that Wyatt would force her to come with him.

"Rest in the garden. I'll come get you later." His reply surprised her and Harper genuinely smiled.

"I'll wait for you there," Harper said happily. Wyatt felt her let go of him and suddenly he missed the warmth of her body next to his. But he watched as Harper waved goodbye and walked toward the doors to the garden.

Pushing open the double doors, Harper was greeted by a cool night breeze. It caressed her skin and left her sighing in relaxation. She stepped onto the cobblestone pathway and admired the rows and rows of lilacs, roses, and daisies. The roses grew in vines that snaked around the brick fences and they varied in color. But a white rose caught Harper's eye and she stood on her tiptoes to reach it.

She strained her arms, her fingers just brushing the tip of the flower's petals.