Searching for Harmony (Boston Love 1)

Standing up, Finn slapped me on the shoulder. “Damn, dude, either you stand up and walk over to her or I’m going to.”

Jumping up, I pushed Finn out of the way and made my way over to Angie and Harmony. Stopping in front of my sister, I smiled and said, “You look beautiful, Angie.”

Beaming, she said, “Thank you, PJ.”

Turning to Harmony, my hands began to shake and that damn fluttery shit was happening in my stomach again. Taking her hands in mine, my eyes captured hers. “Harmony, you look gorgeous.”

Glancing around the room, she blushed and looked back at me. “I haven’t been dressed up since…” Shaking her head, she let out a nervous chuckle. “Thank you, Preston. Angie picked out the dress.”

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

My mother walked up and smiled as she pushed a curl to the side of Harmony’s face. “Oh, Harmony, you look stunning. That color just makes your eyes pop. Let me grab you a shawl, it’s chilly out.”

My mother quickly went to her room while my father lectured Angie about being safe. Walking back out, my mother wrapped a black shawl around Harmony’s shoulders.

“Um, thank you so much, Jenn.”

Winking, my mother nodded.

Angie clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Okay, since Dad is putting a curfew on me—which I still say is so unfair since I’m eighteen, but whatever—we should probably head out.”

“I’ll drive,” Wes said as he kissed my mother on the cheek, followed by Finn. I couldn’t take my eyes off Harmony. Finn hit me in the chest and asked, “Are you guys driving separate?”

Nodding, I said, “Yeah, I think we will.”

Taking Harmony’s hand in mine, I kissed my mother on the cheek and glanced at my father. He was giving me a look that I couldn’t really read. Raising his eyebrows, he said, “Be careful, Preston.”

Smiling slightly, I nodded and said, “Yes, sir.” I knew the hidden meaning in that was to be careful with Harmony. Just how he wanted me to be careful was the question.

Walking out to my car, I opened the door and held Harmony’s hand while she got in. Jesus H. Christ. Her legs. Why had I not noticed before what amazing legs she had?

Shutting the door, I turned to see my parents standing on the porch. My father was watching me intently as I walked around the front of the car. Stopping at the door, I asked, “Is everything okay, Dad?”

Smiling, he said, “Yes, Preston. Have fun this evening, and watch your sister.”

“Will do, sir.”

Getting into the car, I started it up and followed Wes down the driveway.

Clearing her throat, Harmony looked at me. “You look so handsome, Preston.”

I had on dress slacks, a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of dress shoes that I’d borrowed from my father since my mother said I couldn’t wear my sneakers.

“Thanks. I’m afraid you’re going to steal the show this evening though.”

Laughing, she shook her head as I looked straight ahead.

“I don’t dress up often so it’s kind of fun. Angie really gets into the whole dressing-up thing. She said she just wore this dress for her winter formal.”

“Ever since she was little, she has been the princess who loves to get dolled up.”

Smiling, Harmony let out a chuckle and looked out the window. “How far is the club?” she asked. Glancing over at her legs again, I held back a moan.

“Ah…about thirty minutes. We used to always go to this place. It’s eighteen and up, but in a few hours, you’ll be legal to get hammered.”

Letting out a laugh, Harmony held up her hands. “Oh no. I’ve decided drinking and me do not go together.”

My heart was beating so hard in my chest, I was positive Harmony would be able to hear it. What if she hooks up with a guy tonight? Fuck, why did Angie want to come to this stupid club?