Chapter 4We had just sat down at a sidewalk café when we heard someone hale us.
“You are the hardest two to follow! We’ve been looking for you for over an hour.”
We turned to the voices.
“Ryan!” I exclaimed, “Wilson!” Two very well-known actors were hailing us. Wilson Potter was six-feet-tall, had raven black hair, and was in incredible shape. He was that TV star.
Ryan Foster was about ten years older, an inch or two taller, and had a bit of gray around his temples. Ryan had been in many movies. Had this been back in the forties when the studios had actors contracted to them, Ryan would be what you’d call a “B” actor: available for most movies but hardly ever in the lead. They were both very handsome men.
The men walked over to us and gave kisses to us both. “We saw your yacht arrive
