“Hey!”
She sat up and bounced off something very solid. Two equally solid hands grabbed her arms. When she opened her eyes, she was inches from brown leather.
“What?” she yelled. “What happened?”
He let go as if she had scalded him. “What did you just do?”
“What do you mean? You yelled.”
“You—” He looked around, then up. “Something—”
“That happens sometimes. You get disoriented looking up at…well, infinity really.”
“Don’t make it worse.” His hand went to his head.
“I’m sorry.” I really am. “Perhaps star-gazing isn’t your thing.”
“Mmmm.” He just kept staring at her.
“Maybe we should head back.”
“Let your hair down out of that,” he said, oddly quiet and reasonable.
“What?”
“Your hair. I can’t hear you with your hair up like that.”
Grace tilted her head sideways. “I’m the one wh
