“Jamie is coming to the abbey later today.” I must have heard him wrong. “Sorry, what?” “My fiancé,” Elijah says, and there’s a stubborn set to his mouth now. “He’s a microbrew enthusiast, and when I told him about the beer here, he was really excited, so I invited him to come up this afternoon and spend some time in the taproom. He knows who you are to me, so it’s not a secret or anything.” “Ah,” I say faintly. How did we go from him looking at me like that to Jamie coming here today? “Well, I can be present as little or as much as you’d like while he’s here.” “There’s no need for that,”
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