Chapter 4
Tess woke at four in the morning feeling fluish and hung over. Jet lag on a return trip from Europe always kicked her a*s but not usually this bad. Maybe she still had a touch of food poisoning. Or maybe she was just emotionally wrung out after family dinner and seeing Mitch again. She tried to drift back to sleep and into the lovely dream she’d been having about that rainy day they’d spent in a B and B in Inverness but recognized it as a lost cause. For better or worse, her body thought it was ten and well past time to get up.
Forcing herself out of bed, she pushed herself through some yoga. Half a dozen sun salutations later, she crawled into the shower. It was nearing five by the time she searched through the kitchenette for a kettle. Of course there wasn’t one. This was the
