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right after I all but made a vow of celibacy once I left the West Coast? It turns out the people in Massachusetts are a lot more friendly than they are in Oregon—hell, or every other part of the country, for that matter.
    “So does your mom know you’re out doing whatever it is you’re doing?”
    “What?” A choking sound emits from her throat. “I’m eighteen . It’s none of my mom’s business where I am or what or who I’m doing.” She gives a sideways glance as if I might be the “who” she’s referring to.
    A weak groan escapes me. “First, you don’t look a day over twelve, and yes, it’s your mom’s business. That’s why she’s called your mom.”
    “I turned eighteen last April. And no, my mother doesn’t know I’m out. She thinks I’m tucked in my fluffy pink bed like a good little girl.” She looks out the window when she says it. “I’m Molly, by the way. What’s your name?”
    “Morgan.” I press my lips together as a small sign reading E LTON H OUSE B ED AND B REAKFAST comes up on the left.
    “Anyway,” she continues, “most people think I look much older than I am, like say, twenty-one. That would explain why the bartenders here never card me.” She pulls at one of her blonde curls as if to entice me. “They give me free drinks and everything.”
    “I’m sure they’d like you to pay them in other ways.” I pull in just shy of an undersized hotel painted an offensive sunny yellow. And why the hell does Molly here want me to drop her off at a place like this anyway? Crap, I bet she’s underage and I’m about to get busted in one of those sting operations the networks put on to boost sagging ratings.
    A white picket fence runs the periphery of the property, and a heavily chipped archway stands about twenty feet from the establishment. The place looks run-down if you ask me. The plants under the windowsill look as if they committed suicide.
    I park and we get out.
    “Molly and Morgan,” she says, a little too loudly for so early in the morning. “I think we sound really cute together.” Her voice dips low and her hips swivel like a hula dancer. Molly here could give any one of those girls at the titty bar last night a run for their money.
    Swear to God, if I didn’t just leave another girl’s bed I might have seriously considered the offer. Plus, Ally wasn’t just another girl. There was something genuine about her, I could tell. I’m glad she had to take off after her inglorious jackknife off the stage. I didn’t want to see her get mixed up in something sinister. Sure hope she forgets the directions to the strip club.
    “Honey?” Mom’s voice streams from a set of oversized doors. “Oh my God! It’s really you!” Her shock of dark hair is still rumpled from sleep. She’s wearing a robe and slippers and accompanied by an equally disheveled man in matching robe and slippers, and oh, holy hell. Just looking at the two of them in their matching disheveled states makes my skin crawl. “You’ve met Molly!” She wraps her arms around me and gives a big rocking hug. “Isn’t she a sweetheart?” She pulls back and makes a face as she takes me in. “Is that lipstick by your ear?” She hisses it out low, suddenly fearing for Molly’s not-so-sweet heart.
    “Maybe, but I assure you it’s from no one you know,” I whisper to keep prying ears from garnering any carnal knowledge.
    “ Morgan ”—Mom chastises playfully—“there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” She pulls in her accomplice in early-morning fashion crime. “This is Andrew.” She sweeps her eyes over him as if he were a prize. She should think so since she’s about to marry the guy. Truth is, I’ve lost track of how many jaunts she’s taken down the aisle, but I’ll support her if this is what she wants to do. One thing’s for sure, when I hit that petal-riddled aisle, the plan is one and done. I’d never put my kids through half the crap she did by hosting a revolving door to her