The Wrong Date

Harper’s POV

The text that Lachlan sent glared at me as I read it over and over again.

Lachlan: Meet him at the Bordeaux Restaurant at 8 p.m. I reserved a table for you guys. Anyway, I’ll be drinking with the team, but text me how it goes. Have fun!

I bit my lip and turned my phone over.

No matter how many times I read it, nothing had changed. He was really happily sending me on a date.

I flipped