The sound immediately caught Riley's attention.
She turned her head and glared at him as if he had personally offended her just by breathing.
"If you're sick, stay away from us," she snapped coldly.
Harlan looked slightly embarrassed, scratching the back of his neck like a boy who had been caught doing something wrong.
"I just thought… if you want to take wedding photos, I could—"
"Thanks," Riley interrupted without hesitation, "but I'd rather pose with a dog."
Harlan's expression stiffened with frustration.
"Janice!"
"What now?" Riley replied dismissively, already turning away from him.
Harlan opened his mouth again but didn't say anything. It was obvious he had completely lost the argument before it even started.
I couldn't help laughing quietly at the sight of them bickering.
They had a strange way of talking to each other, like two people constantly at war but unable to stay away.
Shaking my head, I slipped my arm through Lewis's and leaned lightly against him.
