Zeenia slept too deeply. Through the curtains of her bedroom windows, the wintry sun was lying low in the sky, over the city of Vegas.
Zeenia lay warm and snug, safely cocooned inside the blanket. She could not remember much about the journey back to their hotel last night, except that Theodore had carried her to the bedroom. And strangely his strong arms made her feel utterly safe and secure. She had a vague memory of Theodore taking off her shoes, and her dress before tucking her into bed.
A couple of times during the night she had been aware of his hand gently touching her forehead, checking out for fever. Even now his scent surrounded her. It was in fact everywhere. Dreams were a wonderful escape from reality. For months she had dreamt about him. In her dreams, he fell truly, madly,
