Connor had suffered a long night with some guy friends and was a touch hung-over. As they passed the Four Seasons, just a half block from their actual...destination, he said, “I wish we were going in there instead of to this meeting.” “Oh, Connor!” Tamara laughed as she slapped him on the arm. “Don’t be naughty!” she said, though she did not seem to be offended. “Oh, no! That’s not what I meant,” Connor protested, embarrassed that his remark had been interpreted as a come-on. “I meant I could use. "We're just not in tune with the violence here."She gave us a look. "Some times, we're not in tune with each other. We keep running off alone and you haven't been too good about arming us or teaching us how to shoot." If we go home we might not live very long there, either." Ever the devil's advocate, I waffled and minced."Oh." Wendy."Oh." Rache."Oh." Kim."Oh, is right." Me."Somehow we need to get to the President before the CIA gets to us," suggested Wendy. "What are our strengths?" We have an. Thought I’d let you know. Come over when you’re um…ready.’ Before she made a complete fool of herself, Lyla moved back, partially shutting the door and then moved to her suitcase. Wearing just a robe was no longer an option. While he got dressed, she decided a quick shower was in order. Cold food was better than making herself look like an idiot. Shaking herself mentally, Lyla locked herself in the bathroom and slid under the hot spray of the shower. She made short work of washing herself. ”After I make that comment is when I notice her dress. The neckline is plunging, and the hem is above her knees. Her body is just as gorgeous as her face.Gran has a smirk on her face when she extends her hand and says, “Pleased to meet you. Excuse my grandson. I don’t know what has gotten into him.”“No worries. I thought it was sweet.”She shows us to seats in the lobby, then says, “Mr. Simmons ended up taking a call while waiting. He will just be a few minutes.”Gran nods and I say, “No worries..