Melanie was amazed. As she looked out from the hotel's courtyard at the mountains surrounding it, she could hardly believe it. She hadn't just slept—she had slept through the entire journey from one city to another. From the bustling noise of the city, she was now in the quiet outskirts, surrounded by peace.
She stirred her spoon in her coffee, watching the ripples spread. How long had it been since she'd felt this at ease? She had been sitting here for the past three hours, simply staring outside, unhurried for the first time in a long while. Her mind a complete blank.
Or at least, almost blank. One thought refused to leave—him. He seemed to have started living in her head. The man currently fast asleep upstairs. After their early morning "meeting," he had pulled her close, muttered something about just sleeping for now since he was exhausted from the drive, and then promptly dozed off—practically on top of her.
