Chapter 12: Edinburgh 2.0
Consciousness slowly began to wash over him. He stirred and for a moment couldn't remember where he was. Oh yeah, he thought. Edinburgh. The couch was comfortable enough, but he needed to move, to stretch. He eased himself into a sitting position, rubbed his face with both hands, and sat blinking, trying to get rid of the fog in his head.
Humph, Edinburgh. It had been, what? Five years since he'd been here. That had not been a happy time. The accommodations hadn't been this sweet, either. He glanced around the room. It was beautiful. Definitely not the kind of digs he usually had.
And this time he wasn't traveling alone. He was with…her. His gaze fell to the coffee table in front of him. There was a sheet torn from a reporter's notebook, feminine
