Zoe opened her eyes for a second, then turned onto her side. Unfamiliar voices and noises oozed from her dreams. She groaned
Matteo turned onto his side and with one arm pulled her to him. "What a bully," she snorted, but she smiled.
Matteo mumbled. "What?"
She had curled up in his arms, snuggled up against his warm chest.
"I"m jet-lagged," he mumbled more clearly.
At the word jet-lag, Zoe opened her eyes wide. Ottawa. They were in Canada!
She started shaking her arms to escape from his embrace, but Matteo grunted without loosening his grip.
"Let me go!" she ordered exasperated, so he opened his arms and lay on his back.
"Uffa..." he grumbled.
Zoe got out of bed without taking into account the stiff neck and tachicardia that accompanied her every morning, stumbled and almost
