“I KNOW YOU EXPLAINED about me being in the guest room,” Jamie said later, after they’d brought in the dishes and were back at the table outside with coffee. The sun hung low in the sky now, turning the green of the landscape gold and pouring long shadows across it. The heat of the day had faded, and the breeze, warm and gentle, stirred the ends of Nerea’s loose hair.
“What about it?” Nerea stirred sugar into her cup.
“Is that about giving me space or about giving you space?” Both options were fine, of course, but Jamie’s book kept telling him that assumptions were bad. He just had to hope that Nerea wouldn’t be offended by, or disappointed in, any of his questions.
“While you’re here as our guest — as my guest — this house is yours. But it’s also still mine. And Callum’s. You’re welcom
