Into You Series: The Complete Collection

31. Harry

CHAPTER 31

HARRY

“ K nock-knock, asshole.”

Goddammit.

Since yesterday, I’d been trying to bury myself in work. Saria showing up knocked me into a whirlwind where every direction seems wrong.

I wanted to chase after her. I wanted to tell her to please come back. Come inside. Let’s eat dinner. But she didn’t want it, and I wasn’t putting myself back out there. She needs to figure out her own life.

So, with those thoughts finally settling in my mind, it pains me when I look up from my desk in the back of the shop to see Noah, the demon from the fiery depths of hell silhouetted in the sunlight coming in through the bay doors.

“What do you want?” I groan, looking back over my monthly spreadsheets, pen in hand.

Noah waltzes into the shop like he owns the place. Though, he always walks like that anywhere he goes. He folds his aviators, tucking them into the breast pocket of his peacoat.

“I want you to come to my wedding,” he says.

I bark out a laugh. The irony of attending his wedding is not lost on me.

“It’s too last minute,” I say, trying to make my excuse more polite.

Plus, Saria is going is what I want to add, but I don’t.

“Yep. Get a suit, my man,” he says. “You’re attending a wedding.” He sits on the edge of my desk, and I shoot him a death glare that sends his hands rising in surrender.

“I can’t…you know why I can’t.” I run a hand through my hair. “You’re the reason I’m even in this mess. If it weren’t for you, she wouldn’t have needed a fake boyfriend and my heart wouldn’t be ripped to shreds.”

His palms slam onto my desk. I don’t flinch.

“You’re welcome for introducing you to the love of your life,” Noah says. “Now at attention, Har.”

“Call me that again and I’ll lower this lift with you under it,” I say, flashing a palm to the lifted car beside us. Noah’s expression falters for a second and he smiles.

“No need to threaten me for trying to secure your happiness.”

“Why do you even care?”

“Because Saria needs her happily ever after,” he says. “And I couldn’t give it to her. I was just a little shit.”

I snort. “You’re still a little shit.”

“But you aren’t. So, go be her Prince Charming. Go make yourselves happy because I’m tired of Charlotte and Jessi talking about your miserable self.”

“What about you?” I ask. “You and your cold feet?”

“Didn’t I mention I was a shit?”

I shake my head. “She doesn’t want anything.”

“Of course Saria does. Don’t listen to her.”

His insistence on this angers me, but I try to keep my cool. I don’t like being alone with Noah. I never have.

“You’re so nice,” I sneer.

“Friends help friends.”

“We are not friends.”

He tilts his head. “Acquaintances?”

“Unless you want to talk cars, get the hell out of my shop.”

“Wedding starts at five o’clock.”

I really do hate that guy.

But Saria…I don’t hate her.

I could never.