Chapter 55

The next day, the couple—Tommy and his nanny—arrived at the farmhouse mid-afternoon.

"Why is this place so empty?"

Amaya’s head swivelled from side to side as she strolled up Hastings Street, the farmland's main thoroughfare, with Chase.

"It's noon, but see those small boutiques, cafés, inns, and small restaurants. This town almost rivals City in the trendy stakes, huh?"

She nodded her head. "Yeah, almost."

The city had a vibe all of its own, and she loved it. Coming here to find the town had turned hip and cosmopolitan was a nice surprise.

Chase laid a hand on her arm, and she stopped, more startled by his touch than the mini-city’s transformation. "There is one thing we didn’t discuss the other night."

Just one? She could think of several, including how platonic this marriage would be, where they would live, and how long they’d keep up the pretence. And that was just for starters.

"What’s that?"

"How long are you sticking around for?"

"What do you mean, sticking around?" she raised