“I think Lucas has been a bad influence on me. I’m turning into a hotel snob.” Rowe hissed at Noah, ducking his head down to his shoulders as if to protect himself. “Don’t say his name!” “Whose? Lucas?” Noah asked with a chuckle. “He’s like fucking Candyman.” “You’re ridiculous.” “Who’s Lucas?” JB said. “Come on! I’m serious. It’s like he can sense it,” Rowe said in a near whine.”