They made their plates in silence and settled into the corner at the table for two beneath a bright yellow umbrella.
The moment they sat down, Harper made a face and held on to her stomach.
“Maybe eggs weren’t a good idea,” she mumbled.
Ethan stilled. “Are you going to be sick?”
Harper closed her eyes and seemed to be taking some deep breaths. Without waiting for an answer, he took her plate away. If the eggs were the culprit, he’d throw them all out.
He took the plate and the dish of omelets into his kitchen.
When he came back out, Harper wasn’t looking so ill.
“Sorry about that,” she stated, glancing up to him when he approached the table. “I read that smells can affect you more strongly when you’re pregnant, but I hadn’t experienced that yet. So, eggs are definitely out. Well, unless they’re in a cake. Then I’m sure they’re fine.”
Ethan laughed, thankful she was feeling better and still had her sense of humor.
His cell vibrated in the pocket of his shorts just as he sat. He spared her a glance as he pulled the phone out.
“Excuse me,” he stated before glancing to the screen.
His investigator. Not a call he wanted to put off, since his investigator wasn’t one to call just to chat. There had to be a development where Robert was concerned.
“I need to take this,” he told Harper.
“Oh, go ahead.” She waved a hand in his direction. “I’m fine.”
Another reason to be attracted to her. She didn’t demand his undivided attention, and she understood the importance of work.
Ethan moved to the other side of the balcony and answered the call.
“Marcus. What’s up?”
“Nothing dire, but something I found interesting in Robert’s communication with his assistant.”
Ethan gripped the phone as he stared out onto the calm ocean. “What was said?”
“Apparently Robert is making his way there, which you know, and he should be landing in the next day or so.”
“And?” Ethan prompted.
“We know he has a daughter based on his background checks, but he’s never mentioned her publicly. This is the first time since we’ve been tracking recently that he’s actually going to see her in person. Apparently, she’s staying at Mirage.”
“She’s here?” Ethan asked.
He didn’t know anything about Robert’s daughter except that she existed. He had no intention of involving an innocent in his quest for revenge. Everything going on was between him, Dane and their stepfather.
“I figure since you’re there, maybe you could look her up.”
“Give me her name.”
It would be useful to at least know who she was so he could keep an eye on her for when her father showed. The old bastard might try to sneak in and out.
“Harper Williams.”
Ethan stilled, his gaze jerking across the balcony to the woman in question.
“She’s going to have dark curly hair, dark eyes. Her mother is Jamaican, and you know the father.”