“A GUEST ROOM?” JAMIE was dismayed.
Nerea, in the process of drawing back the curtains, looked over her shoulder at him.
“You don’t have to sleep here.” Her eyes danced as if he were being very foolish and tripping over his words again, the way he had when he first met her. “But you should have it, in case you want some space to yourself. I have a wedding to plan, the Tate show to start panicking over, and Callum’s things have a way of taking over even when he’s not here. Believe me, you may want the privacy.”
Jamie couldn’t imagine how that would be the case. He was here to spend time with Nerea, not hole himself up in a room away from her and all the goings-on of the house. He’d never needed any sort of distance when they were in London. But he also knew it would be rude to protest to
