“Alex?” Weston spoke again, his voice slow and deep and way too sexy.

“Hmm?”

“You ever plan on answering my question?”

“Absolutely.” It came out sounding aggressive, almost angry. She made herself speak more cordially. “Yes. Honestly. There’s plenty of room here. You’re staying in the cottage. It’s settled.”

“You’re so bossy…” He said that all slow, too—slow and kind of naughty, and she sincerely hoped her cheeks weren’t cherry red.

“Weston.” She said his name sternly, as a rebuke.

“Alexandra,” he mocked.

“That’s a yes, right?” Now she made her voice pleasant, even a little too sweet. “You’ll take the second bedroom.”

“Yes, I will. And it’s good to talk to you, Alex. At last.” Did he really have to be so…ironic? It wasn’t like she hadn’t thought more than once about reaching out to him, checking in with him to see how he was holding up. But back in January, when they’d said goodbye, he’d seemed totally on board with cutting it clean. “Alex? You still there?”

“Uh, yes. Great.”

“See you day after tomorrow. I’ll be flying down with Easton.”

“Perfect. See you then.” She heard the click as he disconnected the call.