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young to recall. It was the one bright memory of his childhood and he’d
never forgotten. That was before his brother excelled at basketball, expecting
the family to build their lives around his dream.
    They could get jobs and hopefully live in the same
space, and maybe even share the same bed. Mick’s flesh tingled with the
thought.
    Cara looked so peaceful, sprawled across the width
of the mattress. Her hair was loose, streaming across the pillow like golden
grass. Her chest rose in deep, even breaths. The thin, putrid-green bedspread
covered the curved lines of her supple body, flesh he wanted to put his hands
and mouth on.
    A whirl of heat began to spin in his groin like a
relentless funnel cloud. Mick licked his lips, feeling his cock sprout in his
pants. The things he wanted to do to her and show her. After years of an
imagination running wild, being in such close quarters with her definitely tested
him.
    Mick crawled off the bed and grabbed his coat. He’d
spotted several vending machines and an ice machine down at the end of
corridor. He needed a cool-down, so he stepped out into the cold, night air,
safely locking Cara inside.
    He made his way down the open corridor. Lines of
lights slowly snaked over the horizon, the interstate still busy. Mick glanced
down into the parking lot, seeing a few cars parked, their trunks open.
    “That’s fucking bullshit! I was counting on you.
We’re supposed to open in five days.” Mick gave a curt nod as he passed by an
aggravated stranger to gain access to the coffee machine. He dropped his change
in and made his selection. The angry one-sided conversation carried through the
dark night air as Mick waited for his coffee. He set the steaming cup down and
got Cara a hot chocolate, her favorite beverage.
    “For fuck’s sake!”
    Mick turned, meeting a pair of gleaming eyes.
    “Sorry.” The stranger raised his hand. “You can’t count
on anybody these days,” he said through huffing breaths. He flipped his cell
phone closed, shoving it into the top pocket of his shirt. “Nobody gives a
shit, man.” He shook his head in disgust. He took a cigarette out of his pocket,
lighting the end. Angry lines of smoke shot out of his nose, clouding the air
between them.
    Mick sipped his coffee, feeling awkward and unsure
of how he should respond.
    “Sounds like someone left you high and dry? I’m
sorry…” Mick scrambled, now trying to assess the situation. His new
acquaintance came to his aid.
    “I’m opening up my own business in five fucking days,
and this so-called friend of my brother’s was supposed to help me. Now I’m
screwed. I need manpower.”
    “Um … well, maybe I could give you a hand,” Mick said,
treading cautiously. “I wasn’t planning on being here long, but if there’s a
way I could make some extra cash, I’m willing to help.” This would give him the
chance to recoup the funds he’d spent for Cara’s urgent care.
    “No shit,” the man laughed. A shrewd grin tugged at
his mouth, his facial expression now relaxing. “Name’s Barry
Edgewater.”
    “Mick Terrel .” Mick
reached for his hand. After the brief exchange, Barry explained what he’d need
Mick to do. Mick informed Barry that he was only staying in town for a day or
two because the cost of the room would set him back. The idea was to make
money, not lose more, but when Barry offered to pay the tab for Mick and Cara’s
room, it appeared that Barry was desperate.
    “I even booked a room here for that son-of-a-bitch. He
kept bitching and moaning that he couldn’t stay at my place because of his
allergies. I have two dogs… Damn asshole.” Barry sighed, shaking his head. He
turned his back, taking one last drag off his cigarette, tossing the butt into
the night air. “I knew when I asked for him at the desk and they looked at me
like I had ten heads that he’d screwed me over,” he told Mick, glancing back at
him.
    “I’m glad to help. Like I said, I could use the
money. I just