Zara’s POV

Together, we stepped outside to welcome Nick into the house. As he dismounted his motorcycle, his gaze landed on Lucas's hand, which was securely placed around my waist.

“Come in,” I said to Nick, and I could feel that he felt a bit awkward. “By the way, how are you?” I asked him as we walked towards the house.

“I’m okay,” he replied curtly to my question.

“That's good then,” I said.

When we entered the house, we didn't have any privacy because Lucas kept on watching us. It felt like we were back in ancient times, where the grandmother guarded her granddaughter while talking to a suitor....