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the real downpour began at last. Silver sheets of heavy rain gushed from the sky.
    Lana flicked her half-smoked cigarette over the railing and took a quick step back. “I’m going in. I’ll see you when you come to your senses.”
    “See ya.”
    Dez heard the door to their room open and slam shut as Lana beat a hasty retreat from nature’s assault. She dropped her cigarette and leaned out even farther over the railing, allowing the rain to drench her torso. The torrent of water flattened her hair and plastered her halter top to her body and felt wonderful sluicing down her flesh.
    After maybe a full minute, she stepped back from the railing, swept her hair back and began to swipe water from her eyes. Though this was the Deep South, it was still early spring and there was a nip in the air, a sensation the water heightened. She shivered and considered joining the other girls in the room. Reckless disregard for Mother Nature was one thing, but she didn’t much relish the prospect of catching pneumonia.
    A door somewhere to her right clicked open and in a moment she heard the clomp of booted feet on concrete. She swiped more water from her eyes and turned her head toward the sound, a smile blooming on her face as she got a look at the stranger. “Why, hello there.”
    A grizzled-looking but not entirely unattractive man eyed her with a curious expression. “Hello yourself. Looks like you got wet.”
    Dez smirked.
    That’s quite the gift for stating the obvious you’ve got there, buddy.
    “I must have been thinking of you.”
    Curiosity gave way to confusion as his brow knitted. “What?”
    Dez smiled. “You’re right, I’m wet. So I must have been thinking of you.”
    The man’s look of confusion deepened. “Come again?”
    “I’d like to.”
    He squinted at her. “Darlin’, you ain’t makin’ a lick of sense.”
    Dez sighed. “Wow, are you slow on the uptake. Do you want to fuck me or not?”
    His astonished expression made Dez laugh. But then he shook his head and began to smile, stroking his silver beard as his pale blue eyes roved over her body, belatedly taking note of her lush curves and exquisitely muscled long legs. The smile improved his borderline good looks, giving her a glimpse of how he must have looked decades earlier. He had deep wrinkles around his eyes and a full head of gray hair to go with his beard. The guy had a lot of miles on him—Dez put him at either late forties or early fifties—but he looked like he still had a bit of gas in the tank.
    His laugh was a deep rumble. “Ain’t I a mite aged for the likes of you?”
    Dez chuckled as she approached him and tugged gently at the front of his shirt. “That just means you’ve got experience, big daddy.” She danced her fingers up the length of his torso and stroked his bristly beard. “So how about it?”
    He made a thoughtful sound. “This is a damn tempting offer you’re making, I gotta admit.”
    Dez pushed herself against him, delighting in the way he shivered at the physical contact. “And not the kind that comes along every day, am I right?”
    “You can say that again.”
    Dez made a purring sound low in her throat. “Well, my advice is you should take advantage of your good luck.”
    “I’d sure like to do just that. Only thing is I was heading out to get a six-pack of beer. I’ve had a rough old day and I’ve kind of built up a thirst.”
    Dez moved back a step and slapped a hand against his chest. “Shit, I can take care of that. You don’t have to go out in the nasty rain. Wait right there, big daddy. I’ll be right back.”
    Lana was sitting at the little table by the window as Dez came into the room. She had an open bottle of Rolling Rock in front of her as she flipped through an old issue of Elle . She gave Dez a squinty look. “You got wet.”
    “Everybody’s showing off their fucking powers of observation today.”
    Dez went to the mini-fridge in a corner of the room, pulled out six cans of Bud,