The plane landed safely. What’s not? My sanity. It flew right off my head the moment Johnny locked us in that damn cabin—and it hasn’t come back since.
And honestly? It ruined my whole day.
Jetlag? Nah. More like sexlag.
I had to show up at the office totally sleep-deprived. No time to pick an actual outfit, so I just threw on whatever my hands landed on.
“That would be your third cup.”
I yelped when someone spoke from behind me just as I was adding ice to my coffee, sending it splashing in every direction.
When I turned, I saw Stefano wincing. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he said.
“It’s okay. I’ve had way too much coffee. That’s probably why I’m jumpy,” I chuckled, grabbing some napkins to clean the mess.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asked, with that sweet, worried tone as he
