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"No, I couldn't," Leo said, and got in.

"So you know Clea from L.A. ?" Rachel said when they were on the road.

"Yes." Leo peered out the window.

"Cool. I want to be the next Clea."

"No you don't," Leo said.

Rachel flipped the neck of her damp T-shirt back and forth to get some breeze going there, too. "Why not? She's rich and successful and she got out. Sounds good to me."

Leo didn't answer, and she looked over in time to catch him staring at where her T-shirt was stuck to her chest.

He caught her eye and said, "Sorry," and she shrugged and said, "Hey, I was the one flapping the wet T-shirt."

"I still shouldn't be leering. Sexual harassment." Leo sounded mournful. "Life's no fun anymore."
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"Tell you what," Rachel said. "You can sexually harass me if you want. I'm having a slow summer anyway. Want to look down my shirt?"

Leo sighed. "So this is what it's come to, teenyboppers doing me favors. Middle age is hell."

"I'm not a teeny-bopper," Rachel said. "I'm twenty."

"Oh, shit." Leo put his head in his hands. "Contributing to the delinquency of a minor."

"I'm not a minor," Rachel said. "I'm twenty. You can sleep with me and not go to jail. Of course, you have to, like, take me to L.A. first. I've had all the lousy sex in Temptation I can stand."

"But lousy sex in L.A. is okay?" Leo shook his head. "Lousy sex is lousy anyplace, kid." He stopped and considered. "I don't think I've ever had lousy sex."

"That's 'cause you're a guy." Rachel turned into the motel driveway. Leo stared at the motel with distaste as she parked in front of the lobby door. "So who runs this, Norman Bates?"

"It's okay, the showers don't work anyway. Think of it as an adventure."

"I don't want an adventure," Leo said. "Adventures are for the young. Comfort is for the old."

"What time do you want me to pick you up, old guy?" Rachel said.

"Soon," Leo said as he got out. "Very, very soon."

"I'll pick you up at five, then," Rachel said. "Dinnertime." Leo poked his head through the window. "Five is dinnertime here?" Rachel sighed. "When is it dinner in L.A. ?"

"No, no," Leo said."Five is fine. I missed lunch anyway." His face changed suddenly from vaguely worried to downright apprehensive. "You do have restaurants here, right?"

"Sure," Rachel said. "There's a restaurant in town and a diner, too. The food's pretty good. It's not fancy but it's good."

"Okay."

He still looked doubtful, so she smiled at him and said, "And if you promise to buy, I'll come have dinner with you in a blouse with the top button undone and you can harass me until dessert."

"Oh, yeah." Leo nodded as he straightened away from the car. "That'll go over great at Granny's Home-Cooked Restaurant. Forget it, Lolita I'll eat alone."

For some reason, that hurt. "Okay."

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She put the car in gear just as he put his head down next to the window again.

"Hey," he said. "I was kidding. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." His eyes were kind, and she was so surprised she let the car die. "You didn't. Really. I just wanted to eat dinner with you. And hear about Hollywood ."

He nodded. "Okay. Pick me up at five with all your buttons buttoned."

"You don't have to—"

"At five, kid. I'll tell you what a big shot I am. You're the only one who'll believe it anyway." Rachel nodded. "Okay. Thanks."

Leo waved her off, and she watched as he headed for the motel door, shaking his head as he checked out the turquoise panels near the entrance. He wasn't really upset, she realized as she pulled back onto the road. It was just his way. Like Eeyore. She should tell him that at dinner. "You're the Eeyore of L.A.," she'd tell him, and he'd have to laugh. Getting a laugh out of him wouldn't be easy, but she'd do it before dessert. He should take her back to L.A. with him just for the laughs—

She slowed the car. There was an idea. She could be his personal assistant and make him laugh and help him relax and drive him places and take care of him. Of course, he'd say no at first, but he'd said no to dinner and she'd talked him into that.

It really was a great idea. She could take care of him and he could take care of her. And she could finally get out of Temptation.

*

When Phin pulled up to the porch that evening, he saw Sophie sitting on the swing with a good-looking guy whose curly dark hair and dark brown eyes reminded him of someone.
The therapist
, he thought, and it bothered him a lot more than it should have. After all, he had nothing permanent with Sophie. He just needed to touch her on a semiregular basis or he couldn't finish his sentences. It was just lust. It would go in time.

He was going to have to get rid of the therapist.

Sophie waved to him, and the dog barked from under the swing as he got out of the car.

"Come meet my brother, Davy," Sophie said, glowing with happiness.

"Your brother?" Phin regrouped, sizing Davy up again, as he patted the shaggy panting dog who had come out to greet him. Now that he was closer, Davy looked like Sophie's twin, same ivory skin and generous mouth, but a lot more jaw and more height. And his eyes were colder than Sophie's ever could be. "Good to meet you, Davy." Phin went up on the porch and held out his hand.

"This is Phin Tucker, the mayor," Sophie said, and Davy freed his arm from around her and stood to shake Phin's hand with a firm, dry grasp.

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"Pleased to meet you," Davy said. "What's the mayor doing so far out of town?" Phin raised his eyebrows. "Just being neighborly."

Davy looked at Sophie and then back at Phin. "That's real nice of you."

"I try," Phin said.

"Whatever you guys are doing, knock it off," Sophie said.

"You never learn, do you?" Davy said to her before he turned back and smiled at Phin. "So, can I get you a drink, Phil?"

"Phin," Sophie said. "Stop it."

"I'm fine, thanks," Phin said.

"I bet you are," Davy said. "Could I see you for a minute, Sophie?"

"No," Sophie said. "Go harass Amy. She's dating a cop. And remember, you brought Clea home and we never said a word."

"Good point." Davy opened the screen door to go inside. "I'll be right back, Phil. Don't do anything stupid."

"What the fuck was that all about?" Phin said, and Sophie pulled him down on the swing beside her, the dog at her feet again.

"We moved around a lot when we were kids," Sophie said.

"And he's still hostile about it today?" Phin said.

"We didn't have a lot of money and the rich kids weren't our pals," Sophie said.

"Sorry," Phin said. "I still don't see how I figure in here."

"I told you, we took a lot of grief from rich kids."

"I'm not rich," Phin said, as Davy came back out on the porch with a beer.

"You're not poor," Davy said. "Have a beer." He handed it to Phin, who took it as the easiest move at the moment, and then Davy sat down on the porch rail and folded his arms and stared at Phin. Sophie looked from him to Phin and back again. "Okay, stop it."

"I'm just saying," Davy said, "that I've paid less for entire suits than he spent on that shirt."

"Well, it's been swell," Phin said, standing up.

"Armani, right?" Davy said.

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"Right." Phin handed the beer back to him. "Great meeting you."

"Davy."

"Okay." Davy got up and turned back to the door with the beer. "I'll go, Harvard. You stay. Sophie makes her own choices." He grinned at Sophie who ignored the pun and glared back. "Right. You try to do the brotherly thing and nobody appreciates it."

When he was gone, Phin said, "Interesting guy, your brother."

"You should talk," Sophie said. "Your mother gives me frostbite every time I see her."

"What 'every time'?" Phin sat down beside her again. "You've only met her once." Then he grew very still. "Haven't you?"

"Anyway, Davy's just protective," Sophie said. "He thinks all guys are only after one thing."

"He's right," Phin said. "So my mother dropped by, did she?"

"Social call," Sophie said. "So you only want me for sex?"

"No, I'm nuts about your golf game. What did my mother do to you?"

"Maybe I'll go inside." Sophie started to get up, but Phin caught her arm and pulled her back down on the swing.

"Okay, sorry about the golf crack. Give me the right answer and I'll say it. I'm too tired to come up with it on my own."

"'No, Sophie, it's not the sex,'" Sophie said. "'It's your wit, your beauty, your warmth, your intelligence, the cute way your nose crinkles when you laugh, your sunny, funny face.'"

"Your nose doesn't crinkle," Phin said. "I'm good for the rest of it."

"But mostly it's the sex, right?" Sophie said.

"And you want me for what?" Phin said. "The third day I knew you, you lay down for me on the dock. The next night I came back with a plan to get you down again, but you said, 'Fuck me," before I could make my move. The next day, I'm thinking about heading out to see you and you deliver to the bookstore before I can find my car keys. I won't even mention what you did with the showerhead yesterday because I'm grateful. Now, what is it you want me for?"

Sophie sighed. "The sex."

"So we're on the same page here?"

"I doubt it," Sophie said. "You're wearing Armani."

"I really like your brother," Phin said. "Is he leaving soon?"

"Don't pick on my brother. Your mother thinks I'm after your money. I told her it was the cheap thrill."
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"Oh, fuck," Phin said. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well, I'll forgive you your mother if you forgive me my brother. They're just looking out for us."

"Christ, it's not as if we're sleeping with lepers," Phin said.

"Well, in a way we are," Sophie said. "We're both with people who are Not Our Kind. Davy looks at you and sees every guy who pushed us around when we were kids. Your mom looks at me and sees every gold-digger who ever went after you because of your name and your shirts. How are they to know we're just using each other for the physical thrill and have no interest or affection beyond that?" She folded her arms and stared out across the dusty yard.

Phin sighed and sat back. "'Go out and see Sophie,' I told myself. 'You've had a rough day, she always makes you feel great, treat yourself. Go out and see the woman.'"

"Human Valium, that's me," Sophie said.

"Hey," Phin said, and when she looked up, her beautiful lips parted to say something horrible to him, he kissed her, long and slow and deep, and she kissed him back, and he felt human again instead of harried, just because he finally had his arms around her and she was so warm and sure against him. "We're more than just the sex," he whispered, and she closed her eyes and whispered back, "I know, I know." He kissed her again, and then rocked the swing with his foot, and she put her head on his shoulder and said, "So tell me about this lousy day," and he told her while they watched the sun go down, and everything that had been awful seemed funny when he told her about it. He listened to her laugh in the twilight and felt the tension seep away. When it was dark, he sighed and said, "I have to go," but he didn't want to.

"What about the sex?" Sophie said. "Usually you have me naked by now."

"Davy's staying here, right?" Phin said, and when she nodded, he said, "I don't think so."

"You're kidding," she said, and he said, "Tell you what. Come on up to the Hill, and we can do it with my mother in the next room."

"Oh, God," Sophie said, and he laughed and kissed her and said, "I've got a council meeting from hell tomorrow anyway. I'll really need to release some tension after that."

"You're such a romantic," she said, and he kissed her again and then again until she laughed against his mouth, and he drove away feeling all the comfort he'd come for.

Maybe her brother would leave soon.

*

"You never fucking
learn
," Davy said when Sophie went inside.

"What?" Sophie plopped down on the sofa, and Lassie plopped down at her feet. "Thanks to you, he left early, so this is not a good time to yell at me." She looked at Davy, standing indignant by the fireplace, and had to smile. "I'm so glad you're here, even if you are being a butthead."
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Davy came over and sat down beside her. "Let me explain to you again about town boys."

"Go away, Davy." Sophie let her head fall back against the couch and smiled, thinking about her town boy. "He's not like that."

"'This can only lead to tears,'" Davy said in a comic voice, and when Sophie rolled her head on the back of the couch, he said, "
Anastasia
. The bat."

"Bat country," Sophie said. "What are you nervous about?"

"The way you look at him," Davy said. "The way he looks at you. You're in love. He's in heat. It's an old story and a lousy one."

"That's what I keep telling her," Amy said, coming in with three Dove Bars. "This isChadall over again, he's got 'town boy' all over him, but—"

"Chad?" Davy said.

"An old mistake," Sophie said, taking her Dove Bar. "And Phin is notChad. And I'm not in love."

"I still think we ought to go to Iowa and makeChadpay," Amy said, and bit into her ice cream viciously.

"This would be Chad Berwick, right?" Davy shook his head and bit into his bar, too. "Not necessary," he said around the ice cream.

Sophie blinked at him. "How did you know—"

Davy looked at her with affectionate contempt. "I was a freshman in the same school, dummy. Everybody knew."

"Oh,
ouch
," Sophie said, and ate more Dove Bar for comfort.

"Yes, but the last month ofChad's senior year was not a good one," Davy said. "Poor guy." Amy collapsed cross-legged on the rug in front of them with her ice cream dripping, looking about ten.

"Ooh. Ooh. What did you do?" She licked the drips away and grinned up at Davy adoringly, moving her ice cream as Lassie took an interest and waddled over.

"Many things," Davy said airily. "Too many to recall now."