Pure Harmony by McKenna Jeffries and Aliyah Burke

this God damn circus moving.”
    It was no use. He was good and stuck in this mess. He called Harmony’s cell.
    “Hello?”
    As always, her soft voice gave him this warm feeling no one had before.
    “Hello, gorgeous.”
    “Jonathon, are you okay?”
    He frowned. Why wouldn’t he be? “I am. Sorry to not be there, court ran late. How’s everything going?”
    “Fine. We’re all finished up here. I’m just waiting on you to come back. Thought we could have one last dinner together.”
    “Baby, there will be more than one dinner for the two of us.” Come hell or high water, he’d find a way to make that work.
    “I’ll see you when you get here,” she said before hanging up.”
    He ripped his Bluetooth out of his ear and tossed it on the seat beside him. Shit! He hated this. All of it—her moving out, the fact that they’d yet to discuss her scar, and yes, had he mentioned her moving out? If not, it was worth a few more mentions.
    It wasn’t like he didn’t know where she was moving—he had gone with her to check the place out. In his estimation, she could have got a bigger place, but she had opted for the smallest unit there. On the fourth floor and in a corner. It was what she’d wanted and she’d ignored everything he had said about her getting a larger apartment. It was only by some miracle that he’d managed to keep from asking her to stay with him. Forever.
    It took him an hour to get home and he was in a foul mood when he finally arrived. Travel mug in hand, he climbed out and entered his condo. Smooth jazz played through the area. Soft candlelight could also been seen.
    “Harmony?” he called out, setting his briefcase down and making his way to the kitchen.
    “Right here,” she commented from his left. She walked out of the pantry area with some boxes in her hand. “You look really tired.”
    “Not so much anymore.” Cup down, he approached her and took his kiss. “What’s going on?”
    “I was going to give you a nice dinner but it’s not done yet.” She skirted beside him and placed the boxes down on the countertop. “Well, the dinner is but I have to make another cake. I gave the first one to the movers.”
    He drew her close and wrapped his arms around her. “Forget the cake.”
    “Are you sure? I know how much you like your sweets.”
    “I’m sure.”
    He brushed some hair from her face and cupped her cheek. Swiping his thumb along her lower lip, he held her gaze. Damn it all, he could grow used to seeing her every single day— he already had.
    It was as if she had no comprehension of his turmoil. Her smile grew and she backed away before leading him to the table. While she brought the dinner, he poured the wine. It was a cosy and intimate meal with the talk hushed and easy.
    He helped her clean up and, as she went to the door, he tried to think of a way to get her to stay.
    “You sure you have everything?” God, he wanted to carry her upstairs and never let her leave.
    “Yes. What I don’t have I’ll pick up with Lana.”
    Her best friend, a Native American actress. He’d met her a few times and had liked her, even if she was more than a bit prickly. Very professional, but like a mama bear when it came to Harmony. His patented Wright smile was well known to charm the socks off ladies, but it had gone over like a lead balloon with Lana. She’d been unimpressed until Harmony had told him to just be himself and stop trying to be anything else. She’d warmed up a bit after that—however, he knew she only cared about Harmony’s well-being.
    “If you need—”
    “I don’t need anything more from you, Jonathon, you’ve done more than enough.” She opened the front door and he halted her exit with a hand on her arm. “Yes?”
    He didn’t know what to say. All his fancy talk wasn’t worth a dime at this moment when he needed to tell her how he felt.
    Her gaze was open and trusting. “I’ll call you for dinner once I get set up.”
    He could feel her trying to edge