Chapter ten
Jonah
I pull on a pair of pajama bottoms and slide under the covers of my three-day-old bed. After spending the evening reviewing paperwork and trying not to think about Kaylyn and the ramifications of letting her investigate the hotel, I’m ready to pass out and enjoy the stress-free feeling of sleep.
That is, if I can battle through my mental reminders of all the things waiting to be finished. They shoot through my head like a mental game of badminton. It’s never-ending, and this new position leaves me constantly low on time and energy.
The bright clock face blares the late hour into my face, so I roll away and relish in the feeling of lying in a quiet room with my eyes closed.
Somehow, in the bottom of my gut, however, I know it’s too good to be true. Just as I begin to
