Sara startled awake, cold and momentarily disoriented. Grissom's note, crumpled in her hand, brought everything back to mind and with it a surge of intense wellbeing and happiness.
She checked her cell, her eyes widening at how late it already was.
A text message awaited her.
Plane on time. Can't wait.
Her heart beating faster in anticipation, she threw back the covers and jumped out of bed, headed for the bathroom.
A hot shower, a new bra and panty set under her thermals, the barest trace of makeup and a brush through her hair, and she was out of the door.
Breakfast could wait.
She couldn't.