CHAPTER 223
KATYA POV
The sky had darkened a bit outside the mall windows, the last streaks of sunset casting long shadows across the polished floors.
People reducing, my arms ached from trying to juggle the smaller bags, while Michael's hands were overflowing with shopping sacks, his own balance precarious.
Even the guard was holding onto a few bags for support, looking mildly exasperated.
I couldn't help but laugh out loud at something Michael had just said, the sound ringing through the near-empty corridor.
He grinned, oblivious to the chaos he'd caused. "You look like a walking mall store," I teased, tilting my head at the sight of him.
"Do you always carry enough for a small army?" Michael chuckled, shaking his head, his dark hair falling slightly into his eyes.
"Only when I'm shopping for someone with excellent taste—and very particular sizing," he said, holding up a bag with a flourish as if it were a trophy.
