WORKING THE GRAVEYARD SHIFT FOR FOUR YEARS might have turned Manuel into a nocturnal creature, but he wasn’t opposed to becoming a morning person every now and then—if it meant Jamia was in the equation. With her bright smile and sunny disposition, she was “Good morning!” personified. It also helped that her presence was almost always heralded with the warm, comforting scent of coffee.
ifHer hair smelled of coffee now, he thought, as he turned his head to catch a glimpse of the view out the window. As soon as the plane took off, Jamia had comfortably rested her head against his shoulder and fallen asleep. It happened so naturally, he found himself wondering if he was simply dreaming all of this up.
Now, he wasn’t as unfamiliar with the current dating scene as others would think. He did h
