Melanie opened her eyes blearily and almost jumped in fright as she saw a face looking down at her. For a moment, she wondered if she was dreaming, but then she slowly moved her hand and poked at his leg. Nope. Adam was real.
And he was sitting here in her hotel room at... She patted the bed, looked around for her phone, found it, and then checked the time. Ahh... yep. Adam Collins was in her room at 3:00 a.m. The question was why and how did he get here?
"How did you get here?" she asked, her voice still groggy. "And what are you doing in my room?"
Adam looked at her as if she had the IQ of a goldfish and said, "That should be obvious. I'm looking at you — sleeping."
Melanie sat up and was about to stand when her world tilted on its axis. She paused, let her head drop for a moment, and took a breath to steady herself.
Then, slowly, she raised her head again and glared at him. "I meant how did you get here?"
Adam rolled his eyes. "I teleported here, of course."
