Nicole’s POV
I was bent over one of Zara’s tables, trying to arrange sample cards by color when I felt a familiar presence.
That strange feeling… like someone was watching me.
I lifted my head and froze.
Liam stood just a few steps inside the office, hands in his pockets, eyes already locked on me. For a second, my brain refused to catch up. I honestly thought I was imagining him. I didn't expect him to come here, although I purposely ignored his calls and messages.
“Liam?” My voice slipped out before I could stop it.
Relief flashed across his face, quick and raw, before he masked it with a small smile. “Hi.”
Before I could say anything else, Zara appeared beside me like a storm. “Oh no,” she said sharply, stepping in front of me. “You.”
Liam blinked. “Zara,”
“Don’t ‘Zara’ me,” sh
