Nora's POV
"Want me to fix you something to eat?"
James wraps his strong arms around my waist, drawing me against his solid chest. The construction crew departed moments ago, leaving us alone on the worn sofa in the modest living room.
"Maybe later." I tuck my legs beneath me, nestling deeper into his embrace. "Can we just stay like this for now?"
His response comes as a gentle nod before his lips find mine, then he guides us both down onto the cushions. My eyelids grow heavy as exhaustion finally claims me. Then the memory of our gruesome attic discovery crashes back.
"Damn," I whisper under my breath.
"What's troubling you, love?" His fingers weave through my hair with practiced tenderness.
"The construction team will be at the house tomorrow. We never removed that corpse from the attic."
"Already handled."
"When did you manage that?"
"Last night while you were away. Sitting idle wasn't an option for me."
