CHAPTER 24

Harold's POV.

It wasn't every day we ran into people at the mall. Especially not the people you could not keep your minds off. It was all plain coincidence.

Sheer coincidence.

I watched as Riella walked up to us casually from wherever they had gone to talk. I knew Riella was probably not comfortable with me joining them for lunch but thanks to her friend, I was here with them.

But I was also running insane.

Those clothes she had on, that top…whatever it was they called it, had a dangerous neckline that had her fucking cleavages out in the open.

And my goodness, that outfit was seduction itself. What was she thinking wearing them? How could any red-blooded man see that and feel comfortable?

I mean, she had to be aware of how many heads she had turned ever since we walked into the diner. And the fact that she didn't even act like she was aware, didn't even seem like it but still carried herself around, walking toward us in that confident yet comfortable strides of hers had me thinking.