For the first time in her life she wished she weren’t one of those people who awakened totally aware and alert from the moment they opened their eyes. There was no possibility of going back to sleep no matter how hard she tried, and what was she supposed to do until the ten-o’clock breakfast decreed by Santine? Well, she couldn’t bear lying here doing nothing. Perhaps she could while away the hours by exploring the estate. She tossed the covers aside impatiently and jumped out of bed. As she strode with lithe energy toward the bathroom, she halted in surprise as she saw both her overnight bag and the khaki shirt and slacks set neatly on the Queen Anne chair by the door. The latter had been laundered to pristine freshness, and her suede desert boots, placed with careful precision on the floor by the chair, had also been thoroughly brushed. Janna shook her head in wonder, her lips curving in an amused smile. There was something curiously magical about the appearance of her possessions in this fashion.
