Chapter Thirty Nine: Faltering Heart

Celine I woke up the next morning with a languid stretch, stifling a yawn. "Oh, God!" I groaned, feeling my muscles twitch and flex with satisfaction as I stretched. I sat up in bed, looking for my phone. I found it on the ottoman and crawled across the bed to reach for it. I lay on my belly as I grabbed it and checked the time. I had slept later than I usually did back in Toronto. My body had adjusted to the idea of a vacation in Italy. I hoped to God that I wouldn't become lazy by the end of this trip. I unlocked my phone and went through my messages. There was nothing from work. I was really being kept out of the company's affairs for a whole week. "A whole week!" I counted down on my fingers. God! Would my sanity still remain intact? I was to spend a week with my nemesis in a single-room suite, and I had nothing to focus on to shut him out. I groaned under my breath, stroking my forehead. A week, although lengthy in number, wasn't enough for me to yield to lu