CHAPTER 70

Harold's POV.

I sighed in content as I watched her move about the kitchen while humming to a tune I was not familiar with. She had said she was going to fix dinner and here she was doing just that.

I knew what I was signing up for when I asked her to move in for a while. But now, this was seeming like a lot more than I bargained for. A lot more than I wished for.

I leaned against the door, my eyes fixated on her and not able to look away. Shr had me awestruck in a way that had me thinking things. She had me longing for a home like this.

This was her in the kitchen trying to make dinner. Like a wife. Brittany would never do that. She would never offer to ruin her perfect fingers and I don't know what I'm doing comparing the two ladies but I knew what I wanted. Or who I wanted. I just couldn't have her.

I let out a groan absentmindedly and she flinched, a bit startled. She was not aware that I was in the kitchen with her. She turned toward me and rested her hand on her hip. She frowned