Alison tossed and turned, her body shifting restlessly under the sheets. She tried every position imaginable—curled on her side, sprawled on her back, even hugging a pillow like it would somehow absorb her racing thoughts. But it was no use. Comfort wasn’t the issue here. The problem was her damn heart, which seemed determined to wage war with her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing sleep to come, but the thumping in her chest was impossible to ignore.
She groaned, flipping over once again. *Why does it feel like there’s a drumline practicing inside me?*
Desperation crept in. First, she counted sheep—one fluffy cloud of wool after another leaping over an imaginary fence. It worked for maybe five seconds before Noah’s face appeared, sheepishly smiling at her across the fence. She
