Chapter 30

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The shower helped, although not as much as I’d hoped.

I dragged myself out of the bathroom and eyed my bed with regret. I’d never been able to sleep on transoceanic flights, and I particularly loathed flights that crossed so many time zones that it felt as if I arrived before I’d actually left.

I was still dragging when I finished dressing. The thought of preparing breakfast left me even more tired.

Mark knew I made it a point never to miss the first meal of the day; he also knew I preferred to cook from scratch with fresh ingredients, but the last time he’d stayed for the weekend, he’d brought a brown grocery bag filled with frozen breakfasts with him.

“I’ve got better things in mind for you than spending the morning cooking, baby,” he’d told me, the corner of his mouth quirked in a grin.

I’d let him stock my freezer, then had caught his arm and pulled him after me up the stairs and into my bedroom.