Clark and Lois could barely take in their surroundings when they got off the elevator. They were too wrapped up in kissing. It was their honeymoon, a real honeymoon unlike the one 3 years ago when they'd just been undercover. Clark had put the hotel key in his pocket. Lois pulled it out for him. Clark tried to unlock the door without stopping their activities but found it too difficult. It was the kind of lock that you had to insert the card in just the right manner to get the green light on and then you had to open it immediately. Lois, not unaware of the problem, pulled away, so he could open the door, which elicited a groan from Clark.
"Just until we get the door open," she laughed. "Besides, we don't want to give anyone who wanders out of their hotel room a free peepshow."
He laughed and then went to insert the key when a middle-aged man in the room next to them stepped out of his room. They were unable to keep the shock from their faces. It was Glen Price, a businessman they'd been investigating right up until they took time off for the wedding and honeymoon. They'd taken the aliases of LeAnn and Brian Puckett, a sister and a brother. They'd crashed one of his parties under these names because the real Brian and LeAnn hadn't shown up. Clark had used his special vision to see that the names hadn't been crossed off. Luckily, the real Brian and LeAnn never mingled with other business people until that night that is. They were just always on the list just incase, so Clark and Lois pulled it off successfully and Glen still thought they were them.
"Brian, LeAnn, what are you doing in these parts?" Glen asked.
They certainly couldn't tell him the truth. "We're just on vacation," Clark answered.
He wagged his finger at them. "Don't give me that. You two are here for the same reason I am."
"I doubt that," Lois said wryly.
Clark gave her a look and then said, "I guess it depends on what you're doing here."
"The cosmetic company that's up for sale, Duchess Cosmetics. You two want to purchase it. I'm onto you. You can't fool me."
"Yep, you got us," Lois said with a forced smile.
He laughed. "How about dinner?"
"I don't—" Clark started to say.
"I insist," he interrupted. "I'll give you kids 5 minutes to get situated in your room and then I'll meet you downstairs for dinner."
Glen headed downstairs and Clark opened the door with ease.
"So much for our honeymoon," Lois grumbled. "This could only happen to us."
"We'll find another hotel," he assured her.
"This room is expensive. We won't get our money back, will we? Plus, it's Niagara Falls during its peak season. Where are we going to find a room? I imagine even the rat traps are booked up now."
"Then we'll make the best of it. We have 2 weeks. He'll buy his company and then he'll leave us alone. Besides, after dinner when we're behind a closed door, we don't have to act like a brother and sister."
"That's a given," she said with a smile. Her eyes brightened, "You know the man did give us 5 minutes—"
"No," he said, taking her hand and kissing it. "I want our first time to be special."
She sighed but agreed. "It's ironic, isn't it? When we were pretending to be married, we had a ton of time on our hands. Now that we really are, we're going to have to pretend that we're siblings. Do you think we'll be able to pull off a sibling relationship?"
"Sure we will, Sis," he grinned. "We pulled it off all the time as teenagers. If we hurry up and get downstairs, we can order and get out of there faster," he said, opening the door.
"I'm right behind you."