Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley was never the sweetest fruit on the tree, even if you were dating him. Why would he be? He gave you a look, walking into the run-down looking hotel. It was the only one closest to your target area, and it was absolutely god awful. The AC didn’t work, leaving the two of you in a tiny room full of the heat of the summer day. —“Bloody hell, I don’t wanna hear another complaint from you, I’m just as miserable as you are.” He grunted, sitting in a chair, his back tight.