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sister or a woman.”
    “All right, my mother.”
    “I’m not even sure you have a mother.”
    “Fuck you,” Dillon laughed. “Hey, seriously, I got her car. Pretty sure it’s going to cost more to fix that it’s worth.”
    “I’m not surprised. Where is she?”
    “She fell asleep in the waiting room on the couch, curled up in a little ball. Still looks hot.”
    “Easy cowboy.” Beck thought about her curled up in his bed, and turned up the rest of his beer. “She was looking for a cheap place to stay, you help her out with that?
    “There’s the motel, but I didn’t feel good about taking her way out there. I called a couple of the B&B’s, thought they might have decent rates but they’re either booked or their summer rates are sky high.”
    “What are you going to do?”
    “I thought I’d take her home with me.” Beck took his feet off the railing and sat up.
    “To the cave?”
    “Hey, it’s a basement apartment, and it’s not that bad.”
    “Why do you think we call it the cave? And when was the last time you took a woman there anyway?”
    “Shut the fuck up.”
    “Okay. That would be never. Listen up, she’s not a pet. You can’t keep her. Take her to the motel and let her get a good night’s sleep. She’ll need it when you tell her about the car.”
    “I don’t know man, all I’ve ever seen there is mostly bikers, truckers. You really think she’ll be okay there?”
    “She’ll be okay. She’s a tough girl.”
    Beck ended the call and watched the sun slip over the mountain.
     

     
    “Rainey? Wake up.”
    I opened my eyes to see Dillon standing there. He’d changed out of his jumpsuit and had even combed his hair. “I’m sorry, I must have fallen asleep.”
    “You’ve been out for three hours, almost four.” He ran his hands through his thinning hair. “I got your car.”
    “Thanks. How bad is it?
    He looked away and I knew it wasn’t good. “I didn’t get a chance to look at it.” He was a bad liar. “I’ll have a better idea tomorrow.”
    “Okay, well thank you for towing it. While you were gone, I found a motel. My phone says it’s about eight miles from here. Does that sound about right?”
    “Yeah.” He seemed nervous. “Not the greatest place in the world.”
    “But it is the cheapest. Can you give me a lift?”
    “Sure.”
    Dillon was right, the motel was awful. There were a dozen little cinderblock huts, one of which was the office. I pretended it was fine and marched up to the front desk, well really the only desk. I held my breath while my Visa card with the tiny credit limit actually went through. The clerk reminded me there was no restaurant, which was probably a good thing since I wasn’t very hungry. Besides , nothing that came out of the motel could have come close to the food I had at Beck’s.
    Dillon put my suitcases on the bed and my box in the bathroom and then stood there with his Yankees’ hat in his hand. “I don’t feel good about leaving you here, Rainey. I’m not sure this place is safe.”
    “It’s okay, Dillon. I’m a tough girl.”
    “Funny, that’s what Beck said.”
    “He did?”
    Dillon said good night and left. I checked my phone, still nothing from Adam, but the signal was pretty weak. Maybe he couldn’t get through. But I was so tired, even the ratty bed looked good. I slipped into one of Adam’s T-shirts and crawled under the covers, staring at my cell phone, willing him to call. Instead, the phone on the bedside table rang loud enough to wake the dead. I picked it up and turned the volume down to a humane level and then answered it.
    “Rainey? It’s me, Beck. Dillon told me he got you settled in.”
    “Hey. Yes, he just left.” He didn’t sound like flirty Beck, but he sounded more mellow than before. “What are you doing?”
    “Sitting here feeling shitty about the way the way I treated you.”
    “Don’t, Beck. I shouldn’t have lied to you.”
    “Maybe you should have, Rainey. You don’t know me