Nathaniel rubbed the back of his neck, trying to find the right words. But none came easily.
Zara's cheeks flushed crimson. Mortified, she turned away and hastily fixed her top, her fingers trembling. The sheer embarrassment of being caught by Zane in such an intimate moment made her want to jump out of the window and dissolve into thin air.
Nathaniel caught sight of her flustered expression and couldn't help but be amused. Turning to Zane, he marched over in a few swift strides and scooped him up. "You little rascal," he muttered, giving him a light smack on the bottom. "Don't mess with the adults' matters. Or else, I'll send you straight to Grandma's."
Nathaniel carried him out of the room.
Once inside Zane's room, Nathaniel set him down and gave him a pointed look. "Alright, what's this about? I told you to play. Why did you come looking for us?"
"I already said it," Zane replied with a little pout, arms crossed. "I was bored. I want to go out."
Going out?
