“If it’s past midnight there, it’s past one here. It’s an hour difference.” “That drives me stupid crazy.” “It does.” Banner dragged his hands through his hair, kept them gripped there as if it was the only way to keep his head upright. His eyes had the hazed and dazed look of a sleepwalker. “Step across some state line and you gain an hour, lose an hour. It’s confusing.” She jabbed a finger at him in solidarity. “See?” she said to Roarke.
