Chapter 3

“Fifteen minutes to meet by the restaurant. Perfect.” Ryker got out of bed and shuffled his way to the bathroom. He stood in the doorway and smiled. “Fucking perfect. Worth every extra cent I had to pay.”

After taking care of a sudden and insistent twinge, Ryker switched on the rain shower and stood there. With a moan of pleasure, Ryker let the water cascade over his face and down his body, hedonistically luxuriating in the shower’s heat and power, and finally feel being clean.

Dried and dressed in shorts and T-shirt, Ryker strolled to the restaurant. The hotel is everything the brochure promised so far. Let’s hope the food is, too. I’m famished.

“Hey, bro. Nice to see you escaped the pit.” Mitch ambled through from the main entrance to envelop Ryker in a bear hug, slapping his back.

“Finally.” Ryker laughed, then jerked a thumb toward the restaurant. “Looks good.”