#Chapter 87 Harley’s Grandmother

Anila’s POV There was a cute little diner in the center of town that Harley insisted we went for breakfast. I could tell he’s been to this place a lot because he seemed excited about it. I wanted to know everything I could about Harley, so I was happy to have this time with him. He held my hand as we walked inside, and I just kept thinking how happy I was that he was no longer avoiding me and that things weren’t weird between us. I guess I had this mark to thank for that. “Hey, Harley,” a pretty woman at the hostess stand said. She didn’t look much older than me, and she had curly blonde hair that went down her back and the prettiest blue eyes I had ever seen. Her body was fit, and I could tell she worked out probably daily. She wore a uniform, but it looked really good on her body. I instantly had a knot in the pit of my stomach as she batted her long lashes up at my mate. I bit back a growl, not like the way she was looking at him. But I also knew that Harley didn’t like her in