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couch in his parents’ basement or in the cramped back seat of his car?  Austin’s car always seemed to smell like dirty socks which hadn't made her want to remain naked in it any longer than necessary.
    "Yes?"
    "You don't regret it do you?"
    There was a serious note in his voice, which blew away any thoughts she might have had about other women he might have been with.
    "No.”  She kissed him lightly on the end of his nose. "I don't."
    And I don’t she thought. It felt right being with him, her mind free from thoughts of Austin and Ilana.  From thoughts of her parents, from worries about college, even free from worries about where they would go from there.
    "Good."
    She could see that he meant it, that it mattered to him than she didn't regret jumping into bed with him when she barely knew him.
    She laid her head on his chest and let herself fall asleep in his arms.
    When Sierra awoke several hours later, she found that she was starving and that her earlier headache had managed to creep back up on her. She groaned as she sat up, looking around for Luke.
    She could hear soft music coming from the direction of the living room. She rolled over, reaching for a cigarette out of the half crumpled back on the table, deciding to see for herself why Luke chose to smoke.
    She had lit it, inhaled and coughed out her first drag when he entered the room.
    He grinned at her. "Trying to take up my nasty habit?"
    She coughed again, handing the cigarette to him, wrinkling her nose. "I don't think so."
    He laughed. "Probably better that you don't anyway." Then his grin faded and his face became serious. "Shouldn't you call your parents? Won't they be worried about you?"
    She snorted. "My mom wouldn't worry if she was in town.  My step dad is always glad to have me out of the house so that he can pretend that his trophy wife really isn't the middle aged mother of a teenager."
    "I'm sorry. My parents were glad to have me out of the house, too. I was nothing but a dead beat to my dad. He shelled out all that money for college when all I wanted to do was write songs. Boy was he glad when my uncle died and left me the house and his money. Well, not all that glad I guess.  He'd been hoping that his big brother would leave the money to him.  But he didn't mind too much when I dropped out of college, and moved here to pursue my dream in peace."
    She raised an eyebrow. "So that's where the money came from?"
    He laughed. "Does it disappoint you? Knowing that you slept with someone who is not something exciting like a jewel thief or a drug dealer, but a guy who got lucky when his rich uncle died?"
    "Do you really write songs?"
    "Yeah.”  Sierra thought that he seemed almost embarrassed. "I've sold a couple, probably not anything you've heard.  I've been lucky. And I've been investing some of my uncle's money so I should be pretty comfortable for quite a while. If I don't hit it big in song writing, you shouldn't see me working at your trusty neighborhood convenience store for a while yet."
    "Hey. I might have to get a job at that convenience store if I want to pay for college."
    "Your parents won't pay for school?"
    "It's not that. My step dad has plenty of money and would be more than willing to pay for college, if for nothing more than to get me out of the house. I don't feel right letting him pay my way. I don't want to feel like I owe him anything."
    He nodded. "Your clothes are dry.  You can take a shower if you want. Although I don't have any of the smelly girly soap." She wrinkled her nose at him. "I'll make something to eat, though I hope you like leftover pizza 'cause I don't have much else, since the grocery store doesn't seem to be my best friend."
    She laughed, then winced as her headache decided to remind her of its presence. "Wouldn't mind some of that aspirin you offered earlier."
    "In the medicine cabinet."
    She nodded at him, noticing that her now clean clothes were stacked on top of his dresser, her bra and panties folded