JAMIE WOKE THE NEXT morning to birdsong, the herbal scent of tea, and Nerea tossing a pillow at his head. He jerked upright in bed, confused for a moment by not remembering where he was. But then Nerea — slender, quick, and wonderfully naked — pounced on him.
When they did manage to get out of bed, they opted to skip proper clothes to go downstairs and make breakfast. Jamie, despite the excellent morning s*x they’d just had, remained distracted by Nerea wrapped in only a pale peach silk robe. But any plan to do something about that distraction was interrupted when, after they’d finished their torrijas, Nerea looked at her mobile. Margarita and Miguel had just texted and would be arriving shortly.
“I’m not telling you to get dressed,” she said, tugging the belt of the too-large robe Jamie
