(Sebastian)
I watched Zara drive out of the garage before getting into my car. Holding her hand for a few seconds had done more to me than any kiss could have. She hadn't forgiven what happened, and she hadn't made a decision about the marriage. But she'd reached for me because she wanted to.
My phone rang before I started the car. Nathan's name appeared again, making it his second call today. I had ignored the first one after leaving my grandfather's house. This time, I answered.
"Where are you?"
"In my car."
Nathan let out a breath.
"I've been trying to reach you."
"I noticed."
He went quiet.
I waited for whatever excuse was coming.
"I spoke to Zara."
That got my attention.
"When?"
"This afternoon."
I sat back.
"What did you say to her?"
Nathan told me he'd apologized. He
