Indecent Proposal by Molly O'Keefe

is going on here?
    “I don’t care what your badge says; you can’t come in here and harass my son,” Patty said.
    The bearded man shot Harrison a pointed look that somehow managed to call him out. You let your mom fight your battles for you, you miserable boy —that’s what that look said.
    “Please excuse me,” Harrison said to the Southern Living staff before stepping to the door. “Let’s talk outside, Mr.—”
    “My name is Wes Kaminksi,” the man said, glancing at the cameras and the witnesses before staring at Harrison, something unholy and bright in his eyes. “My sister is Ryan Kaminski.”

Chapter 8
    The name detonated in his chest.
    And he stopped for just a moment, halfway across the room.
    Wes saw his hesitation and grinned.
    “Ah, so you do remember.”
    “Is she all right?” He imagined something awful. Something catastrophic. Something that would bring her brother, a DHS agent, to his door.
    Wes blinked and then grinned, like the asshole had him by the short hairs. “If you do the right thing she will be.”
    Do the right thing?
    Harrison inferred the only thing he could.
    And a reality he wanted desperately to deny sucker-punched him, driving all the air from his lungs.
    His savior that night had figured out who he was and was looking for her payout.
    It was Heidi all over again.
    “Outside.” Harrison smiled with all his teeth and led Wes out the door, past security and the assistants.
    Fuck . Camera crews. Journalists. There was a good chance someone in that room was getting on Google to figure out who Ryan Kaminski was. And within three hours there would be people camped out in front of her house, demanding to know how she knew Harrison Montgomery.
    Normally, no one would care, but his sister was all over the news these days.
    His heart pounding in his hands and behind his eyes, he opened the door to an old bedroom filled with boxes of holiday decorations.
    “After you,” he said to Wes, who eyed him warily as he walked in. Harrison slammed the door shut behind them so hard, a plastic elf carrying wrapped gifts toppled to the floor.
    “How much?” Harrison asked through his teeth.
    “What?” Wes asked. The man was full of a hot, manic energy, and in its presence Harrison only got colder.
    “How much money do you want? I assume she took pictures somehow? Maybe while I was sleeping?”
    “You think I’m here for money?”
    “A sex scandal is hardly original. But I’ll give your sister credit; she really had me fooled—”
    Wes charged at Harrison, but Harrison grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and turned, pushing him into the wall. Feeling out of control. Violent.
    Good.
    It felt so good that he put more of his weight against the thinner man, pushing his knuckles into his chest until he felt bone.
    “Yeah, you know what you need?” Wes sneered. “To beat up a DHS agent. That will make the shit storm of bad press about to rain down on your head better.”
    “What do you want?” Harrison bit out.
    “Ryan is pregnant.”
    Harrison laughed, though the solid ground tilted beneath his feet. That night, that perfect, beautiful night, was being torn to pieces, ripped to shreds, and he wanted to walk away from the mess that was being made of those memories. He didn’t want to say these things. He didn’t even want to think them.
    “You’re pretty fucking silent for a guy who talks for a living.”
    “What makes you think it’s mine?” he asked. If Heidihad taught him one thing, it was that you couldn’t hold on to perception because you wanted to. Because it was easier.
    “Because she says it is.”
    “My guess is the other men she’s slept with recently don’t have as much money as I do.”
    “Fuck you, asshole.” Wes slammed his fist up under Harrison’s jaw and Harrison reeled back, but he didn’t let go of Wes’s shirt.
    “She didn’t know my last name,” Harrison said. “She didn’t even ask. You’ll excuse me if I doubt her purity.”
    Wes growled