Jonah woke up confused. How the hell did he get to sleep in the first place? He was a soldier. A guard. And what the hell was he laying on?
No, not what. Who. He opened his eyes wide enough to make out the smooth skin of a woman’s thigh. He felt fingers tangled in his hair. When he caught a whiff of lavender, he knew exactly who he had been asleep on.
Eva.
He didn’t move. He didn’t want to move. Jonah recalled the dreams of his grandmother. His best memories had shot to the forefront of his mind as he slept.
Jonah shifted off of Eva and examined her. She had fallen asleep against the headboard. She jerked awake and stared at him for a moment before she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
“Are you ok?” She studied him. “How are you feeling? Better? Please say better.”
“I’m not currently w
