“Where have you been?” Natalya’s sleepy mumble greeted Jessica as she tried to slip into the room without waking anyone.
“Hell,” she whispered. “Just go back to sleep, Natya.”
And for a blessed moment it appeared that’s what she did. But after Jessica had washed her face, brushed her teeth, and found a nightshirt, she could see Natalya sitting up in her bed.
“Care to explain that one?”
“It’s two a.m. my time,” the hall clock had softly chimed midnight as she’d snuck in, again making her feel like a teen past curfew. “I had to catch an early flight. We can talk about it tomorrow.”
“I thought you were maybe necking with Greg Slater.”
“So not,” Jessica shifted her bag and the rest of her clothes onto the floor and crawled into the other bed. Even though it was the high season, Aunt Gina
