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They made their way to the room Sadist had given them and repeated the procedure. He knocked, then waited.

“It will be okay, really.” He tried to sound reassuring. He didn’t have long to wait this time. When the door opened, Jailbait stood there, fully dressed except for shoes. Behind her, Savage could see Dumbass stretched out on the bed, looking comfortable.

“Hey, man, what’s up?” Dumbass called from where he lay.

“Not much. I’ve got a friend here,” Savage tipped his head toward Donna, “she could use a little company while I shower and dress. I thought Jailbait might be up for it?”

“How long?” Dumbass asked. “We’re planning to go eat soon.”

“Ten or fifteen minutes, tops. Then we plan to go eat too. Maybe we can go together?” He turned and looked at Donna, hoping the presence of the other couple would make her feel more comfortable. “We’ll talk about that after I shower.” He glanced back at Jailbait then to Donna, hoping she would get the hint that he didn’t think Donna would be comfortable in their room any more than in his.

“Give me just a sec.” Jailbait left the door open as she turned away, stepped into her shoes, then picked up a room key and shoved it into her bra before shoving her phone into the ass pocket of her shorts. “I’ll be back in a bit. You want some coffee from the office?” she asked Dumbass.

“I’m good.” He shook his head then reached over and smacked her ass. He only grinned when she put her hands on her hips and glared at him. She stepped closer, leaned forward, and kissed him then he turned his attention back to the TV while Jailbait turned back toward the door.

“Come on. Let’s go up to the office and get something to drink. You can help me come up with ways to torture him.” She tilted her head back toward the bed where Dumbass lay, a dopey, content look on his face.

Savage didn’t miss the way his friend pretended to watch TV, but his gaze was on the sway of his woman’s ass instead.

Savage shook his head and turned back to face Donna. Jailbait stepped out of the room and pulled the door shut behind her.

“Donna, this is Jailbait. Jailbait, this is Donna. I just met her, and I want to take her to breakfast but I need clothes first. I didn’t think she’d be comfortable in the room with Sackett and me, but I promise I won’t take long.”

“No problem. We got this.” Jailbait turned to Donna and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you. I was just going to the office for coffee, why don’t you come along, and we’ll find you something to drink too.”

He made sure they had his room number, then hurried of to get ready.

8

Donnawasn’tsureaboutwhat she was doing but decided to go with it. Who had names like Jailbait and Dumbass? Not that she would ask. She had more manners than that.

“So, how did you meet Savage?” Jailbait asked as they walked along the sidewalk in front of the rooms back toward the office where she and Savage had been only a few minutes before.

“He just came up and started talking to me,” Donna said, staring off into the distance. Standing still for the couple of minutes for each door to be opened had helped but her feet still ached, and she wanted to sit down. She wasn’t sure if she should have coffee, but she’d missed it, and one cup couldn’t hurt, could it?

“And he talked you into coming to the motel with him? I didn’t think he moved that fast.”

“It’s not like that.” She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to warm herself in the chill of the morning. “I,” she hesitated and glanced around before continuing making sure there was no one around listening to them. “I’m new in town and don’t know where anything is. I’d like to leave soon, but I ran out of money.” She turned away, not wanting this pretty girl in short shorts and a tight tank top to see how ashamed she was of her situation.

“So he’s going to get you breakfast and?” the other woman trailed off, leaving it for Donna to fill in.

“He said you guys are leaving in a couple of hours and I can go with him if I want.”

“Did he?” Jailbait lifted one brow as she opened the office door and motioned for Donna to go inside.

“He did. He said you’re only going a couple of hours from here, but that would be a couple hours farther away. If I want, he’ll help me find a shelter, or if I’m still around when you go back to Arizona, and I want, I can go with him.”

“And you think you might want to go to Arizona?” Jailbait followed her in then led her to a small area in a corner where a large coffee pot sat, along with a stack of cups and several cups with different coffee additives. She pulled one cup off the stack and handed it to Donna before lifting off a second and adding sugar and a couple of the little cups of half and half to hers.

“I don’t know. I like the idea of somewhere warm.”

As Jailbait moved a little farther down to fill her cup, Donna added sugar to her cup. It might not be the healthiest, but it was something and right now she needed what she could get. When it came her turn, Donna filled her cup with coffee, blew on it for a moment then took a sip. She couldn’t help herself as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the flavor. It had been so long since she’d had coffee, the commune had a vow against consuming any kind of drug, and they considered caffeine a drug.

“Are you from Wyoming?” Jailbait asked, as they made their way to the small seating area in the lobby. She sat and motioned for Donna to join her.

“No. I grew up in west Kansas. I wanted to get away, see the big city and learn about the world so I went to school in Denver.”

“Sounds nice,” Jailbait said with a slow nod. “But now you’re looking to get away from?” again she trailed off, as if hoping Donna would continue and tell her what was going on.

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