The band and its hangers on had rented a whole floor of one of DC’s nicer hotels to stay in while they were all still camped in the area. Ryan had a place of his own, the townhouse he and Michael owned, though he wasn’t really using it—while the others were in the hotel, he was for all intents and purposes living in the hospital. But at the hotel, Isabella had actually gotten herself a suite, since she needed space to work. The fact that the band was on hiatus didn’t mean Money City Company was, and she was still the owner and major investor of a number of other businesses.

But when there was a knock on her door, she knew it would be Tony. So she shut her laptop, stretched, and let him in. He looked… Well, he looked like Tony. Stressed and angry. He had a beer in one hand and a bag of Skittles was sticking out of his pocket. He smelled of cigarette smoke—and, to the best of her knowledge, he was not seeing anyone who smoked. Not a great sign.

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