Alicia’s POV

I had just slipped on my shoes and was reaching for my bag when there was a knock at the door.

Lucas.

He didn’t even wait for me to ask who it was. Just stepped forward, one hand lightly holding the doorframe. His expression was unreadable. Not cold, not exactly warm either—just focused.

“You’re going somewhere?” he asked, eyes flicking to the bag on my shoulder.

I nodded. “Dinner. With Leo.”

His gaze didn’t shift, but his ...