“It’s perfect, Wren,” he said gently. Laughing, he added, “I don’t know how you did it, but it feels like me.” There was something he wasn’t saying, an undertone of dissatisfaction. “But?” Tatum tipped my chin up. “It’s beautiful, but it’s empty. Only a fool would choose a vacant castle over the place where his heart lies.” He tightened his arms around me. “I’m a lot of things, but a fool isn’t one of them.”
