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happened to be not too far from Montgomery, Alabama. The homes ranged from sprawling McMansions with immaculate landscaping, to run-down mobile homes with junk piles and weedy lawns.
    The area told the same sad story I 'd seen repeated over and over in different regions. A few people had a lot, most didn't have enough to keep body and soul together, as my mother would have said. Not a very promising preview of the upcoming town. It raised my hopes a bit that perhaps the diner would be empty.
    Beside me, Tara curled into the curve of my arm, resting her head on my shoulder. I could have actually enjoyed it if I weren't so worried about what I'd have to do in a few minutes. As it was, I dreaded the passage of every mile. It'd be nice if we had a flat right about now.
    The wish for a flat tire reminded me of the flat we 'd had during the last Round. We'd received a 'sext', as we'd come to call them—a text from the organizers with a mini-sexual challenge. She'd ridden me and talked dirty. Tara had been so embarrassed when I pointed out how difficult Steve must have found it while changing the tire with the car rocking. My cock stirred at the memory, ready for a repeat performance.
    Too bad we seemed to be rolling into the outskirts of a town. Tara sat up and started paying attention to her surroundings. Her phone chirped and she read the text, then turned it so I could see the screen. A broad smile spread across her mouth.
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    The car slowed about the time Lucian really started to relax next to me. The chime sounded to warn us the privacy panel was going down. I sat up a little more, eager to see where we were.
    The view to the front opened up slowly, revealing a broad main street with parking on both sides and sidewalks shaded by low trees in an unpaved area by the curb. At the first corner, a sprawling old warehouse hulked over everything, a sign on the front informing passersby that it was the Burley Warehouse Folk Center and Museum. If we had time, I'd love to prowl through it.
    Further on, the street was lined with old-fashioned looking businesses, a barber shop, a shoe shop, a pharmacy and several other small shops. A few modern buildings crouched among their historic brethren. One housed a convenience mart, and a medical clinic occupied another.
    I smiled at Lucian. "Isn't this the cutest little town?"
    He was watching me, paying no attention to the scenery. "If you say so, love." He reached to tuck my hair back. "I'll take your word for it so I can keep looking at you."
    The tone of his voice combined with the darkness of his blue eyes made my stomach flip. He wanted to—
    A horn blared just outside the passenger door and I jumped halfway into Lucian's lap, ready to panic. He grabbed me up tight and let me bury my head in his shoulder.
    Up front, Steve muttered something but Lucian didn't bother keeping his voice down. "Bastard." He smoothed his hand along my back. "You okay, sweetheart?"
    I turned my head so he could hear me. "Duh, I'm fine, just startled."
    He bent and brushed his lips along mine. Unable to resist his tender side, I gave myself over to his kiss. By the time he pulled back, I could have sworn there was a glint of regret in his eyes. Maybe because there was no time to go further? That must be it. I certainly regretted it.
    "Molly's Downhome Café just ahead." Steve slowed the limo to a crawl, watching the side of the street closely.
    Just the name excited me. It sounded like something back home and I had to fight back a surprisingly intense wave of homesickness. What would it be like to walk down my Main Street with Lucian? Would he be comfortable there? Or would he prefer to be in a big city? My guess was big city. I couldn 't help hoping we might have a chance to explore that question.
    The cute hand-painted sign appeared just ahead, suspended above the sidewalk. As Steve drove past, I got a good look at the café. What seemed to be a rambling Victorian home had been remodeled to a nearly