He pocketed his hands. “There is no other bedroom.”

This was getting worse by the minute. “You built a house with one bedroom?”

He lifted his shoulders. “There’s only one of me.”

How could he be so casual? So indifferent? Wasn’t he at all concerned about his space? “Well, now there’s two of us, in case you haven’t noticed.”

One side of his mouth turned up. “I noticed.”

“Who builds a home with one bedroom?” And who was going to sleep on the couch? For a whole year.

“I was planning to add on later.”

Well, there you go. The answer to their dilemma. How long could it take to build a bedroom? He could add a room on the other side of the house by the living room.

“Uh-uh,” he said, watching her face. “Do you know what my family will think if I add another bedroom?”

That they were sleeping separately? Or no—that they were planning to start a family. Why else would they need another bedroom? Jamie would probably start knitting baby blankets and booties. Strike that idea.

“Look. We’re grown adults,” Lucas said. “The bed’s a double, plenty big enough for both of us.”

She looked him over. He was easily six feet, maybe an inch or two more, and he was broad. He’d make the bed feel like a twin. The thought of sleeping so close to him left her feeling hot and itchy.

She cleared her throat. “I’ll just take the couch.” She took the handle of her luggage.

He set his palm flat on the suitcase. “Don’t be ridiculous. You can’t sleep on the couch for twelve months.”

“Sure I can.” Especially if he wasn’t going to offer. She pulled at the suitcase, but it went nowhere under his grip. “Let go.”

“What’ll my family think?”

“They won’t think anything. They won’t even know.” She would put her blanket and pillow away first thing every morning. She supposed she’d have to keep her clothing in the bedroom, though.

“You turn in early, Kate. I’m a night owl.”

She hadn’t thought of that. How could she fall asleep on the sofa if he was watching TV until midnight? She checked the bed out, wavering.

Lucas leaned against the dresser and crossed his arms over his chest, looking smug. “You afraid or something?”

Kate crossed her own arms. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not the one getting all hot and bothered about sharing a bed.”

“I’m not—” She ground her teeth and smothered a growl. Why did he have to say things like that? It was like he took pleasure in getting under her skin.