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exertion. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
    He helped me to my feet. I looked down at Dean and Jasen who were still sprawled on the floor. Both grinned us. I shook my head then blew them both kisses before following Nate into a back room.
    "This is…cozy," I said as I followed him into what looked like a small dorm room in the rear of the bar. There was a bed and a desk and a bathroom. It was cramped but looked comfortable enough.
    "I stay here sometimes." He shrugged. "I'm working so much that I decided to put in a few amenities so I could just crash after long nights."
    He walked over to a small dresser at the foot of the bed and got me towels and a clean men’s shirt I could wear when I got out. The shower felt almost as good as the sex had. I let the hot water beat on my shoulders for a few minutes before scrubbing quickly. I didn’t want to use all of the hot water in case any of the guys wanted to clean up as well.
    I dried off and slipped on the button down. As I headed out the door, I caught sight of myself in the mirror and paused. My lips were swollen from kissing and going down on Dean. My hair was a tangled auburn mess, and I hadn’t bothered to wash it since all they had was regular soap. There were circles under my green eyes that made it look as if I hadn’t had a decent night sleep in months. Go figure, I thought to myself.
    As I stared at my reflection, I couldn’t help wondering what the hell those three young, sexy men had seen in me. Was it desperation maybe? Did they think I was an easy target so they’d gone for it?
    I didn’t want to believe that. They seemed like nice guys. But staring into the mirror at my old, tired face, I just couldn’t understand what it was about me that made them want me as badly as they seemed to.
    When I went back to the small office that held the bathroom with the shower, Nate and Jasen were passed out on the small cot they had mentioned earlier. I leaned over and kissed both of their foreheads before heading back out into the bar and closing the door on them.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Dean was sitting at the bar drinking a beer when I came out. He smiled at me, and it seemed so genuine. I really hoped I wasn’t just some easy conquest for him.
    “Do you want one?” he asked, gesturing with his beer bottle.
    “I’d love one.”
    He leaned over and pulled a bottle of out of the cooler, opening it before handing it to me. Dean had put his jeans back on but hadn’t bothered with a shirt. He looked good enough to eat. Again.
    “So,” he asked, turning to look at me. “What brings you to Jericho Falls?”
    “I’m just passing through,” I said, playing with the label of my beer bottle.
    “Where are you headed?”
    “Nowhere in particular.” I shrugged, not wanting to meet his gaze.
    “If you’re in trouble, we can help.”
    “You’re sweet,” I said with a laugh. “But you can’t help me with this kind of trouble. I’d really rather not talk about it, if you don’t mind.”
    “Sure.” He took another drink of his beer. “Are you tired?”
    “Surprisingly, no. I actually feel great.”
    He played with the wedding ring on my finger, and I didn’t pull away, even though I wanted to.
    “When did your husband die?”
    “Six months ago,” I whispered.
    “Six months?” he repeated. “You said you hadn’t had sex in years.”
    “That’s right.” I sighed. “My husband had…problems. We married when I graduated college. He was older than me, but I loved him. And he loved me. After a few years of pretty mediocre sex, he developed erectile dysfunction. He never wanted to talk about it, refused to get medical help, and eventually, stopped doing anything sexual at all.”
    “That must have been rough.” Dean thread his fingers through mine and squeezed my hand. “You must have really loved him to stay with him through that.”
    “I did. Billy was my best friend.” A tear slid down my cheek, and I didn’t bother to wipe it