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took care of registering him then getting his receipt and key card, Lyndon debated the wisdom of using his ATM card to access the rest of his savings. After assuring Dahlia D that he would let her know if he needed ‘anything at all’, Lyndon made his way to his room. It was small but clean, the mattress firm and comfortable when he gave it a test sprawl. His stomach growled and cramped, and Lyndon sat up, rubbing his belly. He gave the rest of the room a cursory inspection—beige walls, paisley wallpaper trim, crappy landscape prints that seemed to be a requirement for hotels of this sort, as well as cheap-looking furniture.
    The dresser held a decent-size TV and a few drawers for his scant belongings. The matching faux cherry wood nightstand contained two religious books in the drawer and a lamp and alarm clock on the top. A small desk that also served as a table took up one corner and a paisley print chair the other. The carpet was a rather hideous shade of blue, but clean.
    Lyndon walked over and peeked in the bathroom, grunting at the size of the tub. Too small for him, but he preferred showers anyway. He’d need to buy some shampoo and—he leaned in far enough to check his appearance in the bathroom mirror—maybe even conditioner. It’d been a long time since he’d bothered trying to tame his hair. There was no point in trying to lie to himself about his reasons for fretting over it now. If he should happen to run into Levi… Well, he wanted to look his best. There was probably some instinctive thing to it, a subconscious need to appear capable and attractive and all the kinds of stuff people had been doing to attract a mate since time began.
    Lyndon didn’t want to dwell on such complexities right now. He wasn’t particularly capable, and as for attractive, he was just all right. Not model-handsome, but he wasn’t a guy who’d look better with a bag over his head, either. And his body was pretty damn tight. Not that he was vain, either, at least not normally.
    Now wasn’t the time to start either. Lyndon turned away from the mirror. He’d depress himself if he kept checking himself out, all shaggy-haired and worn around the eyes. It seemed to him the traces of his youth were long gone, and maturity was kind of a scary look on him.
    Remembering the convenience store he’d spotted on his way to the hotel, Lyndon decided to go and grab what he needed, including some kind of food and drinks. He had about forty bucks on him, he thought. Not a lot, but if he was frugal he could make it last for a few days at least. Using the ATM was something he tried to avoid since he wasn’t sure his movements weren’t being monitored that way, but it looked like he was going to have to take the chance. Even if he found a job, it’d be a while before he got paid.
    And why the hell am I thinking about getting a job here? Lyndon hadn’t hung around anywhere long enough to get a job, not since he’d left Dallas. Making a mental list of what he would need, he made sure the hotel room door was locked. A short jog across the parking lot and up a block, then he was walking into the brightly lit store. A few old men sat at booths built for two. Lyndon glanced at the clock above the cash register, surprised to find it was after one in the morning. He shrugged internally. Maybe if he lived to be old he’d hang out somewhere like this at night, unless he had someone warm to sleep beside instead.
    Memories of Levi, both man and beast, and the odd merging of him being both and neither flitted through Lyndon’s mind. He had a feeling he was going to have to get used to thinking about him.
    Lyndon winced as he picked up the cheapest conditioner on the shelf. It was a crappy brand and overpriced by at least two bucks, but there was no way the stuff at the hotel was going to be enough. He hated buying necessities from places like this, where everything was so marked up the prices should have been considered robbery. Lyndon stared at