Chapter 92

Harper, clutching her tote bag like a nervous shield, shook his hand, her voice barely a whisper, ‘Nice to meet you.’ Elodie watched the exchange, hiding a snicker behind her coffee mug. Was that a spark she detected between those two? ‘Actually,’ she chimed in, ‘Chris is a fellow Kensington alum.’ Chris cocked his head, eyebrow raised. ‘Kensington? You went there too?’ A blush deepened on Harper’s cheeks, spreading cutely to her neck. ‘Uh, yeah,’ she mumbled, fiddling with a loose thread on her bag. ‘I was in the Design programme.’ ‘That’s definitely cooler than my business administration and accounting combo. I pretty much spent four years calculating my way out of awkward cafeteria lunches.’ A giggle bubbled up from Harper, who quickly covered her mouth with one hand. ‘I took an accounting class in freshman year. Professor Steinway?’ ‘Ah.’ Chris nodded. ‘That man could recite the tax code in iambic pentameter and make it sound like Shakespeare writing love letters. Tell me, have the