My brain short-circuited. "We?" I repeated, my voice hitting an octave I didn’t know it was capable of. "As in, together? In the same room?"
He didn’t bother answering immediately, instead shrugging off his jacket with an air of nonchalance that only made me want to scream. "It’s practical," he explained, hanging the jacket neatly on the back of a chair. "If my grandfather decides to check in on us, it’s better if we’re seen sharing a room. Makes the whole engagement look more convincing."
I opened my mouth to argue, but no words came out. What was I supposed to say to that? Oh, sure, let’s just play house while we’re at it. Want me to cook you breakfast too? I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay calm. Losing my temper wouldn’t help here. This was a contract, and I had to remin
