Pine laughed. “No. I’m not sure about any of this. But on this thing, since there’s no other mention of the Argonauts, I think Lydia is probably right. We are making progress, and honestly, in a perfect world, we’d have longer than a weekend to go over this.”
“Yeah, of course. Sorry.” Harper pushed her hair off her forehead and nodded. “If you want to wait until Tuesday to talk, that’d be fine.”
“Great. I should be a bit more sure of things by then,” he said. “So I’ll see—”
“Is there anything about the ink?” Harper asked, interrupting him before he got off the phone.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Does the scroll say anything about the ink it’s written in?”
“Um, not really,” Pine answered slowly. “I’ll be on the lookout for it, though.”
“I think the ink might be important,” Harper said, not wanting to explain to him about Diana or what she’d said. She didn’t know how much Pine knew about what was happening, but she didn’t want to drag him deeper into the mess than he needed to be.
“If I find anything about the ink before Tuesday, I’ll give you a call, okay?” Pine offered.
“Yeah. That sounds great,” Harper said. “And thanks again.”
“Are you kidding me?” He laughed. “I live for this stuff.”
Harper hung up her phone and stared down at the unchanging scroll in front of her. She knew she could sit staring at it for hours, and nothing would come of it. Soon, she found her thoughts wandering back to the one place she’d been trying to keep them from the last two days—Daniel.
Since she’d left his place on Wednesday night, she hadn’t spoken to him. It wasn’t just that she didn’t know what to say. She didn’t even know how she really felt. It hurt, and she was definitely still mad at him … but deep down, she still loved him, and it didn’t feel right leaving things like she had.
She didn’t know if he’d already slept with Penn or if there was still time to talk him out of it. She didn’t even know if he was still alive, and it was that thought that sent her into motion.
Talking on the phone wouldn’t be enough. She needed to see him, so she took the little speedboat out to his island. The whole time, as the sun shone down on her, and the seawater sprayed over her, Harper tried to practice what she wanted to say, and she kept insisting that she wouldn’t forgive and forget so easily.
But when she knocked on his door, and Daniel finally opened it, all her words and convictions fell away. She was still mad at him, but she missed him so much, it took all her willpower to keep from throwing her arms around him.
He wore his old Led Zeppelin T-shirt with Icarus on it, and the thick lines of his tattoo stretched out past the sleeve as he held the door open. His stubble seemed a bit longer than normal, and the flecks of blue in his hazel eyes stood out like sapphires.
“Hey. I wasn’t expecting you,” Daniel said after the two of them had stood mute, staring at each other for a full minute.
“I know. I thought about calling first but … I didn’t.”
“Yeah, I can see that. Come on in.” He stepped back from the door and motioned for her to enter.
When she walked by, she made a deliberate choice to put as much space between the two of them as she could. She walked into the kitchen but stopped before going into the living room. The couch looked comfortable, too easy to sit on, and it would be so easy fall into his arms again, the way she had a hundred times before.
He stayed a step behind her, giving her room, and when she turned around to face him, he had his hands in his back pockets.
“I just want to say that my being here right now doesn’t mean anything,” Harper said.
“Okay?”
“We’re not back together, and I’m still mad at you.” She said that, but she couldn’t look at him when she did.
“I thought you still would be.” He paused. “You should be.”
“I know. And I am.”
“So…” He shifted his weight between his feet. “We are broken up then?”
She chewed her lip, unsure of how to answer that. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t want you to have sex with Penn,” she blurted out. “The very thought of it makes me physically ill.” Even saying it made her stomach lurch, and she pressed her hand to it in the hope that would ease the nausea.
“I know. Me, too,” he said, and by the pallor of his skin and the hurt in his eyes, she believed him.
“I know why you’re doing it, and I understand and respect that. And I love it about you that you would be willing to do anything to protect me and my sister.” She stepped closer to him but stopped short before she got too close. “It means a lot to me, honestly.”
“I just don’t want to let anything bad happen to you.” He shrugged helplessly. “I can’t.”
“The fact that you didn’t tell me or even discuss this with me beforehand…” Tears threatened again, and she blinked them back and pressed on. “That is unforgivable, Daniel. You did something to us, and you didn’t consult me.”