Or so it seemed butat least it explained her less than glamorous look today. Ok, I sortof get the jist of that but ummm...... Do you mean a convent ra...therthan a monastery? A monastery still has monks and they are stillmen...sort of even if they do wear those long dress like things.Caroline's withering look across the duvet would have made most peoplesquirm but Tricia was way past that with her darling sibling so justblew her a kiss instead. With a lull in the conversation it was aconvenient. According to the clock ringed in neon over the bar, Halloween would be over in less than an hour. Midnight. The witching hour. The hour when things were not always as they appeared to be. She turned to the guy on the stool to her right. He was in costume, of course. They all were. Dark, dark hair and oddly mesmerizing eyes. Deep and mysterious, she found herself instantly drawn to them and then into them. His eyes were such a stark contrast to his skin. Pale, almost pearly white in the dim. The nerd couldn't be sure I wouldn't roll over on him. Wilson shouldn't worry about that. He knew how far I would go to protect him.He knew where I kept the keys to the office, so he could set up there temporarily. He might do that if his apartment was to small. He would most likely want to be hidden away."Happy when you talk to Wilson, if he goes for it, give him the cell number you have for me." I figured he would want to talk to me about something or other. The way it stood now, I had given. “We decided we’re probably going to stay in for the evening. Why don’t you come up? Room 316.”I laid my cell on the bar and downed the last of my Beam & coke in a long, single swallow. Throwing the bartender a twenty, I turned and headed towards the elevator. The Hyatt Place was relatively new and nicely appointed. I made my way down the royal blue carpeted hallway, arriving at room #316 about midway down from the elevators. I checked my zipper, tossed my hair and I knocked on the door. The.