Jeremiah was confused a bit by the butterflies in his stomach as he came down in the hotel elevator. Nerves? Over dinner with—what would he call Ethan—a prospective subject for an article? The movement in his pants also indicated the direction he really wanted the meeting tonight to go, but he also had to nail down the article.
The lobby area was busy as business people and construction workers were dragging in suitcases and duffle bags. At eight in the evening, he was surprised by the late check-ins, but he made his way through the crowd lined up from the front desk to get to the bar and restaurant just off the lobby.
There was an eat-in bar as well as a formal dining room beyond. He scanned the bar and saw Ethan sitting at a table, talking to the pretty female server. As Jeremiah appro
