RAINE’S POV
I pulled my eyes away from Cyril and turned back to Chloe, who looked flushed. She looked unsure of what to do with herself. I tried not to laugh, but the way she kept looking between me and Cyril, I couldn’t help it. I chuckled.
“Hi, s..Sir,” Chloe finally managed, her voice cracking mid-sentence.
Cyril gave her a polite nod, his voice deep as he asked. “Chloe, right?”
She nodded, extending her hand. Cyril took it, and my friend’s eyes widened. I was sure her heart was floating around in that chest of hers. I couldn’t blame her—a man like Cyril always managed to make one effortlessly weak in the knees.
When Cyril freed his hand from hers, Chloe carefully dropped her hand to the side like it was a prized possession. I had this feeling she wasn’t going to wash that hand
