The crowd moved as one to the front desk and got their room keys with absolutely no problems. As they disappeared into the narrow, old-fashioned elevators, Ryan pushed himself to his feet, thinking vague thoughts of rum and whiskey. Only to lose his balance when Isaac Tesla (also known as Johnny Marlowe) walked through the front door, dark shades covering his baby blue eyes, clad in a battered aviator’s jacket and jeans so tight he looked as if he was poured into them. Ryan quickly looked around to see if anybody else had noticed, but somehow, Johnny timed it perfectly to miss the scattered arrivals.
Cat immediately jumped to her feet, shock and awe flickering over her fine features before her professionally polite smile returned. Frankly, Ryan was amazed she could speak at all. Just look
