The next day as they were preparing to leave the house, the phone rang. Kris answered it. "Hello. Jill. How are you? Great. I'm fine." She stopped talking and just listened. "Yes, I do know what I'm doing. I can't explain it. I just know he's no threat to me. I know unsavory characters and believe me, he's not one of them." She listened again. "Look, Jill, I'm not a baby anymore. I know you love me and want to look out for me but, I don't need protection from Seamus. He's just a nice guy who needs some help. Trust me. O.K. Thanks. I've got to get to work. Bye."
On the drive in, Harper asked her about that call. "Oh, Charlie has connections all over the world. I'm sure he contacted Jill so that she'd try and talk some sense into me. But, it's my life and she can't really talk after some of the guys she's been involved with."
The thought flashed across Harpers's mind that he'd like to meet this Jill but, then he rejected it as a betrayal of Kris. Whoa!!! Where did that come from? Since when did he worry about the feelings of any woman. Love e'm and leave e'm was his motto. Plus the fact that he wasn't technically born yet and she'd been technically dead for millenniums. He'd better not think about that too much and just get through another pleasant day with Bosley. Which he did.
They were driving home. "You know we'd better get you some other clothes. Got to keep you looking respectable. And we have to initiate you into the California ways."
"Well, I am into surfing."
"You are? There goes my theory of you being from a landlocked state."
"I actually grew up in Boston." He was thrilled he could actually tell her the truth about something.
"Well, there's quite a difference in the Atlantic and the Pacific." She drove to a surf shop. "Pick out anything you like."
Harper balked. "I can't. You've been so nice to me already."
"I told you Charlie is rich and he pays me very well. Trust me, I can afford it. So, don't worry about it. I'll even get you a surfboard and we can go surfing together. So, just get whatever you want. Please?"
When she put it like that, he did what she said and he picked out what some would consider God-awful clothes. Not Kris. "You have some peculiar tastes. I kind of like it. Somehow, it just fits you." She was pleased. "Thank you, for letting me do this for you, Seamus."
He looked at her and could tell she meant it.
"Thank you. I really like it here and I like you, too."
"Well, the feeling is mutual. We're going to have to show you around California."
True to her word, she did. As soon as the case was wrapped up, she and Harper did the tourist and tour guide thing. He enjoyed it, immensely. He especially enjoyed surfing with her. Kris looked very good in a bikini.
On the drive in, Harper asked her about that call. "Oh, Charlie has connections all over the world. I'm sure he contacted Jill so that she'd try and talk some sense into me. But, it's my life and she can't really talk after some of the guys she's been involved with."
The thought flashed across Harpers's mind that he'd like to meet this Jill but, then he rejected it as a betrayal of Kris. Whoa!!! Where did that come from? Since when did he worry about the feelings of any woman. Love e'm and leave e'm was his motto. Plus the fact that he wasn't technically born yet and she'd been technically dead for millenniums. He'd better not think about that too much and just get through another pleasant day with Bosley. Which he did.
They were driving home. "You know we'd better get you some other clothes. Got to keep you looking respectable. And we have to initiate you into the California ways."
"Well, I am into surfing."
"You are? There goes my theory of you being from a landlocked state."
"I actually grew up in Boston." He was thrilled he could actually tell her the truth about something.
"Well, there's quite a difference in the Atlantic and the Pacific." She drove to a surf shop. "Pick out anything you like."
Harper balked. "I can't. You've been so nice to me already."
"I told you Charlie is rich and he pays me very well. Trust me, I can afford it. So, don't worry about it. I'll even get you a surfboard and we can go surfing together. So, just get whatever you want. Please?"
When she put it like that, he did what she said and he picked out what some would consider God-awful clothes. Not Kris. "You have some peculiar tastes. I kind of like it. Somehow, it just fits you." She was pleased. "Thank you, for letting me do this for you, Seamus."
He looked at her and could tell she meant it.
"Thank you. I really like it here and I like you, too."
"Well, the feeling is mutual. We're going to have to show you around California."
True to her word, she did. As soon as the case was wrapped up, she and Harper did the tourist and tour guide thing. He enjoyed it, immensely. He especially enjoyed surfing with her. Kris looked very good in a bikini.