Nora's POV
Weeks later, I drop my carry-on bag in the entryway and breathe in the familiar scent of home. My little farmhouse feels even more cramped now that James's belongings have taken over every available space. Antonia managed the move while we soaked up the California sun in Wine Country, and somehow squeezed everything in despite the obvious lack of room.
I haven't even checked the upstairs spare room yet. Poor thing probably looks like a storage unit exploded in there. At least James doesn't get sentimental about furniture like most people do.
We did upgrade to his king-size bed though, which now makes my bedroom look like a doll's house.
