Olivia

We reached the café, joining the short line. Alexander kept his hand on my back, his thumb making small, comforting circles that I wasn't entirely sure he was aware of.

"Your family seems nice," he commented, scanning the menu board above the counter.

"They are," I nodded. "They're also very protective."

"I noticed," he said dryly. "Your brother Nicholas looks like he wants to interrogate me."

"That's just his way," I explained. "He's ...