Mr. Blue poured himself into the back seat of the limo across from us, dressed in a baggy blue sweatshirt, brown leather jacket, and jeans, and pulled the door closed behind him. The limo driver continued on.

"He finally arrives," Kendra said.

"Hey, I'm here, aren't I?" He slid his fingers underneath the skin at his neck and pulled. Yep, Ryan, his blue eyes bright, a grin plastered to his face.

It faded dramatically when he met my seething glare. His ...