“DAD?” HARPER SHIFTED her weight from foot to foot, face uncertain. She’d been expecting me, but given our relative positions, Nick was the more obvious sight.
I swung my crutches around so I could clomp sideways into full view. “Harper. Your dad and I were visiting, but he’s got to go...”
“...Get you girls some ice cream.” Nick was all smiles as he rose off the wall, dropping his empty cone onto the sidewalk as if Highlands’ grounds were a dump rather than a spotless showplace. “I’ve come into a small windfall. Shall we hit up the truck in the quad?”
For some reason, I half expected a werewolf to show up and get rid of Nick before he could cause any further damage to Harper’s vacation. But a glance toward the parking lot showed that Butch was in the back seat meditating. His eyes were
