Grace drifted in and out of sleep, unsure how long she’d been out. Someone was gently tapping her shoulder, murmuring something close to her ear. She waved her hand lazily and mumbled, “Don’t wake me… I’m so tired.”
A low, amused chuckle followed, and she felt a soft kiss land on her cheek. That familiar voice again, warm and teasing, “Didn’t you have lunch plans at twelve?”
Lunch? She tugged the blanket over her head. “Not hungry.”
A few seconds passed before her brain finally clicked into gear. She sat up abruptly, eyes darting around the room. Oh right—she was still in Berlin. And today she was supposed to have lunch with Gavin and his fiancé.
She let out a breath, feeling a slight chill on her skin. Glancing down, she realized she was already in her pajamas—she didn’t even remember
