“Come on, now. I’m still Ryan to you.” How could he be anything else to a man who’d been like an uncle to him? “This is a new era. Let’s be more casual now.” He tapped Whitley’s lapel. “I see you’re still wearing your technicolor jackets.”
“Makes me easy to find in a crowd.”
“And you match the neighborhood.”
Whitley smiled with pride. “I admit I draw inspiration from our surroundings. Though we still have our standards at the Majestic.”
“Relaxed standards, as I recall.” Ryan glanced around.
The Majestic was like a favorite aunt’s gracious summer house. Across the lobby, guests with children and beach toys in tow were heading to the beach, which was still sunny and warm on this September day.
From relaxing at the spa to cycling on the beach, the Majestic offered a menu of options. In
