“Excuse me,” he said to Nico and rose wearily to his feet. The warmth in the dining room was making him sleepy.
Nico reached out and tugged him down, whispered in his ear. “Be safe,” he warned, concern in his eyes.
“I’ll be right back,” Jamie promised, though his heart pounded at the reminder of their danger as he walked in his stocking feet to the glittering tree and pushed open the bathroom door17
Jamie let out a relieved breath as he stripped off his thermal clothing and the cool air touched his skin. Much better. Pulling back on his pants and thinnest sweater, he met his own gaze in the gilded, framed mirror over the sink. Dark wood and a couple of scenic pictures made the bathroom a rustic but comfortable room. His eyes seemed huge in his pale, tired face, the few freckles more prominent on his cheeks and across his nose. He didn’t like the fear lurking in his blue eyes and sighed as he plaited his hair again. This had to be the strangest day of his life.