Nicky's POV
"Alright," Ryder says as he tosses his jacket onto the couch of the hotel room. "We'll hole up here for a while. I used the hotel phone in the lobby, Damien's supposed to be meeting us here in about . . ." He looks down at his watch. "three hours. So, as soon as he gets here we'll figure what we do next in this . . . mess."
He stops and takes a second to look around the room. He looks back at Quinn since she's the one who booked the room.
"Why do we need a room this big?" He asks her. "For that matter, this is a fancy hotel, why are we here?"
"It has a refrigerator . . . and a ceiling fan," She replies.
I successfully manage to turn my laugh into a cough.
Quinn tosses her duffle bag on a second couch. "I didn't feel like going to a ratty motel. And since I was driving, I
