Lisa’s POV
We were all seated at the dining table having breakfast.
Nathan sat across from me, his piercing gaze impossible to ignore despite my best efforts. Every time our eyes locked, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, as though he knew exactly how much his presence unsettled me. I quickly looked away, focusing on my plate, pretending the tension between us didn’t exist.
The clatter of silverware and the murmur of casual conversation filled the room, but all I could think about was Nathan. His eyes felt like they were burning holes into me, even when I wasn’t looking at him.
Then, it happened.
At first, I thought it was an accident—the brief brush of his foot against mine beneath the table. I stiffened, my gaze snapping up to his, but his expression was annoyingly composed,
