Читать книгу Harper's Wish - Cerella Sechrist - Страница 3

Connor could hardly believe the infamous Harper Worth sat across from him.

Now he finally had a face to put with the name–a much prettier face than he had imagined. He’d built her up in his mind’s eye as the harpy he’d dubbed her, thinking she’d be thin, gaunt, with unnaturally long teeth and beady eyes.

But she was still the woman who’d nearly ruined his career, he reminded himself.

“You don’t even know who I am,” he said.

Her eyebrows dipped in confusion. “Sorry, should I? Have we met?”

“Connor Callahan?” he repeated his name. “Éire?”

He felt a triumphant satisfaction as he watched the color slowly drain from her face.

“Éire?” she whispered.

“Ah, you remember what the restaurant was called, even if you can’t remember the name of the man whose reputation you destroyed.”

“Oh. That Connor Callahan.”