Chapter 157: Diha

Thursday. Bed and Breakfast. Brighton, United Kingdom.

DIHA LAY IN THE luxuriously comfortable bed, staring at the ceiling. She tapped her finger against her stomach, counting off the seconds. She was still awake. What time was it now?

The last time she'd glanced at the clock, she'd realized she'd been lying here for an hour, completely unable to fall asleep. She'd lost track of the times she'd reached sixty before starting over.

Whoever said counting helped lull a person to sleep was full of it.

She'd been so tired earlier, but the moment she lay down her mind had come on-line and she'd been wide awake. Her stomach was all tied up in knots. Too bad she wasn't thinking of anything useful, like some magic way to find Valentino before breakfast.

No, she couldn't stop wondering if Miles was comfortable or if he'd been able to fall asleep on the sofa. Or why he hadn't tried to kiss her since the elevator.