"You're not wrong," she confessed. Nina relaxed again and she squeezed his hand.

"I expect there to be space for me," she said, trying to sound haughty, but her voice and her eyes were warm. She wanted to come see him, she wanted to spend the same kind of time with him, whether it was here in her apartment or out in the woods when the house (cabin, cottage, whatever) was finished. "Either in the barn or in the house."

She hoped he would want her there.