Phoebe's POV
With Harold's official title out in the open, I felt the tension in my shoulders ease. A smile tugged at my lips. "Yup, that's exactly what you heard. So why are you camping outside my door? Looking for me?"
lan gave a quick nod. "Yeah, came to find you. Got into Clearwater a while back, right after you'd taken off. Had no clue when you'd show up again, tried your phone but got nothing. Had to plant myself here and wait it out."
Harold's fingers threaded through my hair, the gesture sending a familiar warmth down my spine. "You two go ahead and catch up. I'll handle the car."
"Okay," I replied, the simple word carrying more weight than it should have.
Leading lan and Harriet inside felt natural, like breathing. I had zero idea how much my easy back-and-forth with Harold was scrambling lan's brain.
The second we hit the living room, lan lost it. "Holy shit, Phoebe! Look at you! One month back and you've already snagged Clearwater's golden boy?"
