Miranda hung up the phone, feeling a strange sense of unease.

Who would be so insistent on remembering a room number, especially 2307? Life had a funny way of throwing coincidences at her.

Just as she was lost in thought, there was a knock at the door.

“Who is it?” she called out, her voice cautious. She wasn’t about to take any chances in a foreign country.

A familiar voice answered from the other side, laced with playful exasperation. “It’s me, Jackson. Your incredibly handsome, ...