With nothing else to do and exhaustion weighing on his legs and shoulders, he trundled to the nearest wingback chair and collapsed against the cool leather, his duffle bag resting between his feet. From where he sat, he could see the lake through the huge front window, looking as placid and blue as ever. He liked it. Maybe spending the weekend at one of the casinos wouldn’t be too bad if he could get close to the lake. Exploring could be fun. But not as much fun as meeting Johnny Marlowe. He would camp out in the lobby if he had to, but he was absolutely not going to leave this hotel.