Chapter 53: Hong Kong
I woke to bright sunlight and a grumpy disposition. From the cool freshness of my husband's pillow, Quaid hadn't been home at all through the night. Way to add to my bad mood as I spun scenarios in my head going from bad to worse-as simple as him falling asleep in his office chair to dying a horrible, flaming death at the hands of some enemy. Of course, the touch of his power as steady as ever disproved my worrywart ways, which only added to the irritation I felt he wasn't there for me to question about his absence.
Rather than contact him mentally and overreact so badly I ended up screaming at him across the plane, I stuffed down my annoyance and began my own day. A shower helped somewhat, the hot water washing away some of my old anger and frustration. But it was the touch of my mother's mind that made me jump and drop the soap with a squeak of shock.
Sydlynn. I could tell from her faint amusement she'd caught a flash of where I was.