JAMIE EVENTUALLY EXCUSED himself to the toilet for a few moments alone. As he washed his hands, he wondered how — and what — he was doing. Was he making a good impression? Did Nerea like him? Was he flirting with her? And if so, did he mean to be? For that matter, was she flirting with him? Jamie wasn’t sure what he wanted to happen or what he might do to get it once he figured it out.
He got back to them just in time to hear Callum say to Nerea, “Invite him yourself.”
“Invite me where?” Jamie hovered at the edge of the table.
Nerea tugged him into his seat. “Sit down. We can keep talking here. Or we can keep talking at our flat.” Nerea’s fingers — small, slender, and very warm — curled gently right at his pulse point. Jamie flicked his eyes over to Callum, hardly daring to believe he’d
