then shook her head as if amazed by him. “You will let me pay the bill?”
“I’ll consider forwarding that bill a sacred obligation.”
“I do like that black dress back there.”
He motioned for a salesgirl. “Then you should try it on.”
They shopped long past Seth’s lunch hour. She tried on dresses, pants, blouses, skirts, sweaters. Though Seth would have had her take it all, he let her sift through and find eight pieces she could mix and match, and three simple dresses.
The salesclerk happily tallied the price and boxed the first dress neatly. Expensively. From his days of living hand-to-mouth while at university and in his two years of working as a lowly broker for a big investment firm, he knew that little touches like a box with tissue paper made a person feel a bit better about themselves, about who they were.
He watched as the clerks tucked away the other two dresses, then the trousers, and started on the tops.
“Harper?”
The woman’s voice came from behind Seth. He turned and saw a tall, black-haired woman with big blue eyes very much like Harper’s.
“Mom?”
His gut almost exploded. Harper’s mom wore an expensive suit, shoes that probably set her back thousands and a purse that had probably cost more. The diamond on her left hand could have blinded him. All of Harper’s fears came into sharp focus for him. This was a woman who liked being rich, who thought more of money than people.
She reached out and caught Harper by the shoulders, hugged her, then kissed her cheek. “It’s so lovely to see you here.”
He thought the comment odd until he realized this boutique existed purely for wealthy clientele. Harper’s mom didn’t know her daughter was broke. She believed her daughter belonged there.
“And buying things!”
Her mother sounded thrilled, but also proud. Knowing appearances meant everything to her, he understood why she was over-the-top happy.
Harper, however, looked like a deer trapped in the headlights of an oncoming car. She opened her mouth as if trying to speak but couldn’t get any words out. Her eyes drifted to the stack of clothes, almost all packed into bags and boxes now.
Unconcerned about Harper’s silence, Harper’s mom faced Seth. “And who is this?”
He decided to pick up the dropped ball and held his hand out to shake Harper’s mom’s. “I’m Seth McCallan, Mrs. Sloan.”
She took his hand with a gasp. “Seth McCallan. Of course. I’ve seen you at a few charity functions. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you. I’m Amelia Sloan. My husband is Peter. Please call me Amelia.”
He smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Amelia.”
Pleasure lit Amelia Sloan’s face. “What are you doing here with my Harper?”
“Just a little shopping.”
The salesclerk finished boxing Harper’s new clothes and casually handed the receipt to Seth.
Amelia’s eyes narrowed, then widened slightly as she figured out Seth was paying for Harper’s purchases.
“It’s not what you think, Mom.”
Amelia clucked. “And how would you know what I think?”
While the women seemed to be on the same page, Seth needed a minute to process why Harper was struggling. Drowning really. Here was the very person Harper wanted to keep her situation from, standing in front of them, seeing someone buying clothes for her daughter. She didn’t know Harper was broke or that she intended to pay Seth for the purchases. And he realized explaining that might make things worse. Amelia would ask why Harper had to have someone else pay for her clothes, everything Harper was trying to hide would come tumbling out and the thing he’d spent a week of torture to avoid would happen.
Amelia Sloan would blame Clark.
There was only one way to fix this...
“We’re dating.”
The words came out of Seth’s mouth in a rush, as if the quicker he said it, the quicker Amelia would stop going down a road that Harper didn’t want her traveling.
But where Amelia’s face glowed with happy surprise, Harper’s mouth fell open.
Her reaction would have ruined everything if Seth hadn’t thought to step closer and put his arm around her waist.
Amelia all but melted with joy. “You didn’t want me to know you were dating one of the most eligible men in Manhattan? Harper! That’s ridiculous.”
“No, it’s not. Because we’re not—”
Seth squeezed her waist. “We’re not serious. Just started seeing each other,” he said, trying to mitigate the lie.
Amelia’s eyes narrowed. “And you thought my Harper didn’t dress well enough for your rarefied world?”
“No!” Seth assured her, scrambling for what to say. “She said she liked something in the window.” Oh, crap. Another lie. “And I wanted to buy it for her.” He had wanted to buy her clothes. “Because it pleases me to give her things.” That, too, was the truth. Remembering the joyful expression on Harper’s face when the clothes she loved had looked so good on her, he’d give away half his trust fund to see that look on her face again.
“Well, that’s sweet.” Amelia hugged her daughter. “I’d love to get coffee and chat, but I have something this afternoon. Why don’t you and Seth bring the baby over some night.”
“I’m sorry. We probably can’t. We’re kind of busy, too,” Seth explained before Harper could answer. This might not be the perfect lie, but it would hold long enough to get Harper settled in a job and a house. Once they left the store and were away from her mom, he could tell her that. “But I’ll have my assistant call yours tomorrow and they can set something up like dinner.”
“That would be lovely,” Amelia said, her eyes glowing.
Seth quickly grabbed the packages and herded Harper toward the door. “We’ll see you then.”
Amelia waved.
Harper reminded stonily quiet.
When they stepped out onto the street, he wasn’t surprised that she pivoted on him. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”
“I got you out of the store without having to admit anything to your mom.”
“Yeah, but now she’ll start snooping.”
“Into what?” He laughed. “She can call the tabloids, if she wants, looking for times we went out, places we’ve gone. But she’s not going to find anything.”
“And she’ll get suspicious.”
“So
