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hungry?”
    “No.”
    “Thirsty?
The cars in front of us began to
move. “No.” Oh boy, I was in trouble now.
    I could feel him watching me. “Want to see
my place?”
    Now we both knew very well what he was
offering. It was time to inject some reality into this moment.
    So I took a deep breath and said,
“Absolutely.” Because if I was going to be bad, I was going to be
very, very bad.
    He grinned as he shoved on the gearstick and
put his truck into first. “Follow me, beautiful.”
    And I did feel beautiful, gorgeous and dizzy
and reckless. This was much better than taking off my bra.
Much better than anything I’d done the last few years of my life.
Maybe the last five years.
    Okay, maybe seven.
    Okay, eleven. And about seventy-two
days.
    I gestured wildly at the person driving the
car behind Finn, and he let me in. I could have kissed him but
settled for a huge wave, and slid my car in behind Finn’s battered
red truck.
    Screw the maps. For tonight.

 
Three
     

    ~ Finn ~
     
    SCREW IT.
    I glanced in my rearview as I put on my turn
signal. She was still there, a ways behind me, long, dark hair,
high cheekbones, dirty sexy smile, great laugh. Bringing her here
was probably a mistake, but screw it. I’d made a lot of mistakes in
my life. Let Janey Mac be one of them.
    Janey Mac, with her socialite mother—or as
much -ite as Dodge Run got—and her drunkard but politically
powerful father had been the leader of everything in Dodge Run,
from cheers to civic causes to coat drives. She’d been a human
motor of getting shit done, always smiling, always bright.
Perky.
    Annoying.
    Except for that night down by the river.
    I’d graduated the year before her and was
only at the town’s annual celebration to escort a graduating niece
who was known to cut a little too loose. I’d ambled down to the
dark river and the dynamo of Janey MacInnee burst out on me,
bitching about school and the town, sick of being perfect and going
nowhere with it.
    She blinked when I called her on it. Then
she’d smiled. Then she pushed up on her red-painted toes and kissed
me, and I thought my body would explode.
    For the second time.
    Eleven years later, I could still feel the
reverberations.
    If all she needed to light her fire was a
reminder that people would drag you down if you let them, I could
educate her all day long.
    I swung onto the long, dusty lane that led
to my house and very few others. Destiny Falls was a small town
that bordered several very rich ones, and my place was on the
outskirts. Only a few folks lived here, on twenty- to fifty-acre
properties that sloped down to the
creek-that-turned-into-a-crystal-clean river. At least when there
was rain.
    I forced myself to go slow on the dusty,
bumpy road. Which was probably a good metaphor for the evening
ahead. Slow down.
    I pulled up in front of the house. It was a
half-done masterpiece. Built a hundred years ago in an old-style
barn raising. In recent years, I’d started renovations from the
ground up, expanding the footprint and framing out an additional
three thousand feet of house with high, arching ceilings. One day
it would be a timber cathedral. Truly awesome. After I poured in a
million dollars cash and a shitload of hard work. But it was mine,
and it was worth it.
    And it would take a while.
    Probably another good metaphor for the
night.
    I killed the motor and climbed out just as
she pulled up.
    Today, I was her fling. Just like that night
by the river.
    I’d take it. Because I remembered her
hard.
    I got out of my truck and waited. I’d been
waiting a long time.
    A small cloud of dust rose up around her
low-slung car like a cartoon as she killed the engine and climbed
out. She shaded her eyes against the six o’clock sun staring her in
the face and said, “Hi,” real soft.
    My cock got hard. “Hi.”
    She looked over my shoulder at the hills
marching up the north side, lush and silent and blindingly green.
Then she looked down at the open space of the