Nova opened her eyes and smoothed her hand over the soft, earth-toned quilt beneath her. A kangaroo clock ticked on the wall across from her, and next to it, a windowsill full of strange plants.
She blinked at them. They were familiar somehow.
Her gaze traveled to the bookshelves on the opposite wall and then the big brown leather boots at the end of the bed.
She startled. She was back in Elijah’s room. But…how?
But…how?The sound of him whistling “Amazing Grace” echoed down the hallway toward her.
She furrowed her brow. She didn’t peg him as the church type.
A moment later, the stone singer appeared in the doorway, his dark, wild hair askew. His sleeveless black shirt accentuated his wide, tanned shoulders and strained across his chest. A pair of faded jeans clung to his large, muscu
