Two hours later, I was yanked from sleep by a strong hand and a rich voice telling me to dress for dinner. Dinner? What time was it? I normally didn't sleep in the middle of the day, and it had messed me up. After going without sleep the night before, I could have done with a lot more of it, though.

I struggled up; staring down at my jeans-clad legs with blurred vision. Never a good idea to sleep in jeans, but it was either that or my underwear, and I wasn't about to get ...