Phoebe's POV
While the Hale family worried about me, I was savoring a candlelit dinner with Harold in the Yedda Hotel's rooftop garden.
The soft evening breeze caressed my skin, exquisite dishes graced our table, and I had both stunning scenery and an incredibly handsome companion. Life couldn't get much sweeter.
"Did that forum drama at school today give you any grief?" Harold inquired, slicing my steak with practiced elegance. His eyes stayed on me as I ate with obvious pleasure, and something warm flickered in his gaze that made my pulse quicken.
I shook my head. "Not at all. I barely gave it a second thought."
By the time I remembered to check the forum later, the post had vanished. Charlies probably had it scrubbed.
Harold's shoulders relaxed. "Good. If anyone gives you trouble down the road, just call me. I'll take care of it."
I savored the tender steak and met his gaze with a playful smile. "Harold, what makes you so good to me?"
