“Who is it?” Andrea asks.
“Take a guess,” the man says.
He shakes his head at Claire. With a blush, the woman closes her mouth and allows Andrea to guess.
Andrea reaches to pull his hands off her eyes. She feels that the fingers are long and calloused from years of hard work or exercise.
“Bryan Flynn?” she asks with disbelief.
Bryan pouts and brushes his hand through his shaggy hair, “That was too easy.”
Andrea takes him in. He has long bangs which almost cover his eyes, a pointy nose, and eyes as pure as crystal. He’s wearing a white shirt with a skull pendant necklace.
“Well you’ve finally shown up,” she says, “But how did you get in to the hotel?”
Bryan shoves his hands into the pockets of his torn jeans. He looks casual and masculine, like a rebel.
“I get in when I want to g
