Emma strolled quietly through the hotel's hallways as her boots crunched softly against the carpet while she buttoned up her Russian army greatcoat.
Then—
"Jenna!"
Isaac came sprinting around the corner as his eyes darted left and right like a man who'd lost his wallet and his sanity both.
His chest rose and fell heavily.
Sweat stuck his hair against his forehead.
He nearly flew past her… until his head snapped back like a reel being yanked.
"Huh—!?"
He skidded to a halt.
Emma tilted her chin faintly as his gaze locked onto her.
"Emma…?"
He hurriedly jogged back to her as his boots thudded against the hallway floor.
"Hey—almost didn't see you there."
He gave her a once-over, then twice.
His grin went crooked.
The same look Scott had on his face when he saw Emma was the same one Isaac had.
"Knowing you, I'm betting there's either nothing or something ridiculously skimpy under that coat… Scott's a lucky bastard, can't even lie."
