A man unfolded himself from the couch of the outer room of the hotel suite. He wore a pair of tight black jeans and an equally tight T-shirt. The combination emphasized his petite physique. “Hello, Simon,” said Nathan, setting down his bag on the floor. Sam swung his off his shoulder and did the same. Beyond the living room space, Sam could see two darkened doorways. If one of the bedrooms was Eric’s and one was Nathan’s, he wondered where this guy was sleeping. “Oh, and isn’t this fun. You brought a new toy.” Simon smiled and cocked his head at Sam. His British accent was even softer and silkier than it had been on the phone. “Uh. Hi,” said Sam. “I’m Sam, and you can call me Sam.” Simon clapped his hands. “Excellent. Duke said you were quite the smartarse. Turn around, would you?” “Very funny,” Nathan said. “Don’t listen to him.” “You’re no fun at all.” He crossed his arms over his chest and flopped back on the couch, like the effort of standing was too much.
