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filthy as she had expected. The unknown substances spilled in and around the sinks were definitely not water. She could tell from their color and consistency. Her stomach turned as she washed her hands. She used more soap than water to wash off any bacteria that she might have come in contact with.
    Isabelle started humming along with a familiar tune that she could hear through the door. Then it occurred to her that it was her phone’s ringtone.
    “Darn. ” She hurried to rinse her hands under the frail jet of water. Jamie was calling to make sure she was fine. She had to love him for caring so much. But her thoughts of gratitude were interrupted when she heard Harper speak up.
    “Isabelle’s phone, Harper speaking.”
    The jerk.
    “Yes, she’s fine. ”
    She knew that with Harper answering her phone, Jamie would be worried, thinking something had happened to her. What if he thought she let Harper answer her phone? Would he be jealous?
    Isabelle tried to pull a paper towel out of the dispenser but the thing seemed to be jammed.
    “She had some feminine issues to attend to ,” she heard Harper say.
    Ugh! She would kill him once she managed to wipe her hands. Isabelle hit the plastic thing with her elbow and something inside moved. Finally. She would need the towels to wipe the blood off her fingers once she was done with Harper.
    “I didn’t do anything to her that she didn’t want me to .” Harper’s mocking voice reached her.
    “Harper! I’ll kill you, ” she yelled through the door while still struggling with the towels. She managed to pull out one mangled piece of tissue.
    “Well, she’s threatening to kill me if I tell you anything more,” he said more loudly , so she wouldn’t be able to miss it. She could hear his chuckle. He knew how upset she would be over this. Why would he do this to her? She had thought they were friends.
    “Harper!”
    Another mangled paper towel later, her hands were almost dry but she couldn’t use the soppy paper to pull the doors open. She needed a dry one.
    Isabelle could hear Harper laugh and she could sense another sardonic comment coming. “ Don’t worry, J. Everything’s G rated. So far.” His last words were dripping with innuendo that she knew would worry Jamie.
    “I will kill you, Harper, I swear,” Isabelle mumbled, her hands shaking with anger as she pushed the door open. She crashed into Harper, standing just outside.
    “Sorry, you missed him,” he piped up, smiling and handing her the phone.
    “What is wrong with you?” Isabelle hit his arm as she grabbed at the phone and the jacket.
    “Hey! I did you a favor. Otherwise you’d have to call him back.”
    “Don’t ever do that again.”
    “Sorry,” Harper said with a smile that suggested otherwise. “I was trying to be helpful.”
    Isabelle was fuming. “God, you’re such a … a …”
    “A what?”
    She struggled to find words to express how mad she was with him. “Ugh!”
    As she stomped to the car, she could hear him laugh as he trotted behind her.
    “It was just Jamie, Isabelle,” he said as he got in.
    She wouldn’t look at him when he turned the keys and drove off.
    True, Jamie knew his brother’s weird sense of humor. Maybe Harper hadn’t done any irreparable damage. But still …
    “Geez,” he mumbled when she still didn’t respond.
    “What gives you the right to answer my phone?” Isabelle said through her teeth.
    “It was a joke.”
    “I don’t find it funny,” she retorted.
    “I wanted to see you get angry,” Harper said with a small grin on his full lips. “You look hot with your cheeks turning pink and your upper lip pouting. Adorable.” He snickered.
    Did he just say that? Isabelle couldn’t believe her ears. After everything, he was making fun of her? She could strangle him.
    “Can you be any more idiotic?”
    “I’m sure I can,” he said and smiled.
    “Yeah, you can,” she sighed, shaking her head, looking out the side window. She would call Jamie