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Haley couldn’t tell if it was from the heat or the sudden worry that grasped her. She’d thought she had everything worked out this time last week. Two men who gave her what she needed, and she’d felt happy with them. She harrumphed. She’d betrayed them. If one of them had done the same thing to her… Haley wrinkled her nose at the thought.
    I definitely need some time to myself . Maybe she could convince the owner of Mossy Oaks to let her stay a few extra days. Yeah, like I can afford that.
    A dark green luxury sedan pulled up in front of Haley’s house, and Cyn climbed out of the passenger’s side. “Hello, Haley!” she said and tottered over on platform sandals to hug her as she stood. Haley stooped to collect her bag off the sidewalk.
    Todd leaned over from the driver’s seat and offered her a brief wave. “Glad you could come,” he said. “We’ve got one more person to pick up, and then we’re on our way.”
    Haley offered him a brief smile. With all the things going on in her head right now, the last thing she wanted was a two-hour drive in a car full of people. But she sucked in her last breath of hot New Orleans air and climbed into the backseat.
    They drove to the other side of town and picked up Kelly—another sub friend Haley had met on a few occasions—then headed south, over the Mississippi River and into Jefferson Parish. Kelly and Todd seemed perfectly at ease talking back and forth over the front seats. He draped one arm across Cyn’s seat and kept turning his head to look back at Kelly while he drove.
    Haley felt compelled to snap her gum just to be obnoxious. Todd had launched into a long correction of something Kelly had said. He obviously didn’t watch Haley in the rearview mirror, because the look she gave him could have stripped paint, and he just kept prattling on. Kelly seemed oblivious to his pedantry, instead humbly accepting his criticisms. Haley wondered if they had something going on. Did Cyn know? Was it a threesome? Cyn had never mentioned anything like that to her, but maybe it had just started up. She thought about coming right out and asking, but she decided to hold her tongue instead.
    “We’re almost there,” Cyn piped up from her seat on the passenger side, interrupting Todd. He flashed her a look that promised some sort of punishment later. A grin spread across Cyn’s face; Haley knew she liked the pain.
    The idea of Todd’s what-was-sure-to-be pasty body on top of Cyn, with Kelly standing by playing with herself, entered Haley’s mind. She shuddered at the thought. Haley couldn’t remain in this car for much longer. She even considered throwing herself out and walking the rest of the way if she had to.
    Then Todd turned off the main highway and headed down an oak-lined lane. To either side stretched fields of sugarcane. Haley smiled. The owner of Mossy Oaks, Hank Guidry, always had sections of sugarcane in the fridge. She loved nothing better than coming in from a hot afternoon and biting into one of the sweet, cold stalks.
    Todd parked his car in the small lot to the side of the house. Haley looked around as she climbed out of the backseat. A few cars already sat parked. She retrieved her small bag from the trunk of the car and headed toward the front of the house. Kelly, Cyn, and Todd trailed after. If she didn’t see them again until the time came to leave on Sunday, she’d feel happy. She liked Cyn fine, but she wanted time to herself.
    Haley had to stop to admire the front of the house. She always did. She appreciated each gingerbread detail on the wide porch and balcony. Mr. Guidry took special care in painting the house and landscaping around it to make all the colors flow and stand out. She wished she had that kind of talent when it came to her own house back in Bywater. As she stood there, gazing, Hank Guidry came out onto the porch.
    “Haley, my love!” he said as he climbed down the stairs as quickly as his short legs would carry him. He threw