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Miranda
“How far is Española from here?” I asked Simon as he walked with me out to the garage.
“About a half hour,” he replied. It was warmer today, almost spring-like after the chill of the week before, despite the gold-leafed trees that surrounded us. The sleeves of his knit shirt were pushed up almost to his elbows, and I was sorely tempted to take off my jacket.
Still, I figured I’d better wait and see what the temperature was like in Española.
After a good bit of tossing and turning, I’d finally gotten a decent seven or so hours of sleep. It was enough to make me feel refreshed this morning — or maybe my mood had been improved by the luxurious shower I’d taken. I may not have been at the Monte Sagrado resort with Rafe, but it sure felt as though I had my own spa ri
