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Harper scanned through her closet for anything worthy to wear. Pink tee: no; grey skirt: no; blue sweater: no. Harper sighed and slumped unto her bed. A sound came from the window, the familier sound of tapping of pebbles.

Harper slouched over to the window and opened it. Kane stood from the ground below, waved to her. His cocky smirk spread across his handsome jaw.

"What is it?" not a very welcoming intro from Harper.

"Can't a guy come to your window with good intentions?" the smirk never once removed from his face.

"Knowing you? Your intentions are never good." giving a smile of her own.

"So what? You're not going to ask me to come up?"

"The door's unlocked." Harper said with a wave of her hand.

Giving up all hope of ever finding a good outfit, she slipped on her black tank top and slinked into her jeans. She smiled at wht she saw in the mirror, her jeans tight enough to show off her curves and her tank top low enough to show people what she wanted them to see.

"A little plain don't you think?" Kane came through the door. He walked over to Harper's shoe rack and took out a pair of blood red open toe stilletoes. "Put these on."

Harper put them on. The shoes fit snuggly. "Hmm," she started. "Good enough." She knew she looked hot.

"So why are u here again?" Harper asked.

"With good intentions, Grace. With good intentions."

"Cut the crap, Kane." Harper said cooly, being careful not to apply the lipgloss over her lip line.

"Okay, okay. Grace, i know about Adam and Miranda."

Harper's blood froze in her veins. He knew? Did anyone else?

"But i'll keep it a secret," he continued. "For a price."

Harper should have known that nothing Kane gives away came with a price. She sighed and said, "What do you want?"

"Miranda."