"Styles, meet FBI Agent Caroline Forbes. She will be on your case and with you every day until she gathers more evidence and can turn you in, or you confess," the Sheriff informs me as I glance from him back to her, and she gives me a polite smile...
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"A strip club?" Harry reiterates, scratching at the back of his neck.
"Congratulations! That's what I'm paying you back with," I show him my best smile.
He looks me up and down in disbelief as he buttons up his patterned shirt halfway before walking past me into the kitchen, and I trail behind him.
"Let me get this straight, love," he turns to me, holding a water bottle in his hand that he's just gotten from the refrigerator. "You want to babysit me at a strip club to pay me back?"
"Yes, your point?" I snap, frustrated at why he's resisting so much when the man I met like eight weeks ago wouldn't have asked me twice.
"You don't think that's going to be weird?"
Ever since I met with his therapist, I've just wanted to find a way to get Harry's mind off of me, and considering I owe him for his kind deeds of the week, this seemed like the best option to kill both birds with one stone.
If he would just stop making me overthink the idea.
"Pshh, no, it'll be fine! Come on, I'm giving you the lady action you've been missing, the least you could do is thank me," I ramble, unable to look him in the eye as he takes a sip, meanwhile, unable to take his eyes off of me.
"Or are you doing this for the murder case as an experiment?" He accuses, almost looking hurt from across the room.
"I owed you, and I'm paying you back," I remind him. "This is from me to you, not for anything or anyone else, Harry."
Except it's also for me to make you not interested anymore, or prove to myself that you're just being your horny self.
He sighs, shaking his head a little before shrugging, his expression a little less excited than I hoped. "Alright, when are we supposed to go then?"
"Tonight! In a couple of hours. We can get dinner first since, well," I force out a teasing laugh, "I don't know how late you'll want to stay—"
"Not late at all," Harry clarifies, leaning back on the countertop with a straight face.
I purse my lips and nod my head, "Okay... well, I, uh, I'll go upstairs and get my stuff if you'd like to eat somewhere out of the house?"
Harry signals me to go ahead, and I feel like I can relax once I leave the room, hurrying upstairs to call Ryan. I haven't been the same with Harry since my meeting with Dr. Fuller, and he has been more on his toes because of it. He knows something is wrong.
