NEREA’S BEDROOM WAS clearly the one that featured in the painting of Callum. Even the sheets on the bed might have been the same, though now they were neatly tucked under a wonderfully fluffy-looking coverlet.
“Is there more of the tour?” Jamie asked. “Or can I kiss you now?”
Nerea smiled. “Yes, please.”
It was sheer luxury to have this huge bed in which to be with Nerea, with no constraints of too-low ceilings or too-early set calls. Jamie and Nerea indulged themselves and each other until it grew fully dark outside the windows, with the stars vibrant pinpricks of light against the black.
Nerea, sprawled out on the pillows, beckoned Jamie to her and let him rest his head on her chest while they caught their breath together. His gaze landed on a book on the nightstand, one he knew was
