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prayed Roxanne had nothing but pure thoughts
of Frank. If not, there would be hell to pay. Frank would see to
that.
    A few days later, Frank and Roxanne were lounging by
the motel’s pool, along with most of the band and their current
guests. With Candy and Glenna gone, Rich and Glen had reverted back
to their old ways.
    Roxanne turned away. It sickened her, watching Rich
and Glen letting a bunch of groupies jump through hoops to decide
who would be the lucky one—or ones—tonight.
    Frank seemed to be enjoying the task of polishing
Roxanne with suntan oil, and she let her thoughts wander off to her
story. With hopes of diverting her thoughts elsewhere, she decided
to question Frank about Ben and Cherie.
    “Frankie…”
    “Yeah.”
    “Remember the hypothetical situation we talked about
a while back?”
    “About the rock-n-roll guy?” he asked.
    “Yeah. Remember the girl? The one you’d hide it
from?”
    “Yeah.” Frank chuckled. “I remember her too.”
    “Well, suppose that the more you get to know her,
the more you realize she’s not going to like it when she finds out
that you’ve been hiding this big secret from her.” Roxanne paused,
giving the idea time to ramble around inside Frank’s head. “So what
do you do now?”
    “If I tell her…it’s very likely I’m going to get
dumped.” His voice pitched higher, as if he realized the probable
outcome in mid-sentence.
    Roxanne nodded.
    “And if I really liked her…I probably wouldn’t tell
her until I was backed into a corner,” he said. “If she’s going to
dump me, I might as well enjoy what little time I have left with
her.”
    Suddenly, Frank realized the conversation was
pointless. Figuring it had to be a basis for something else, he
asked suspiciously, “What are you getting at? You don’t think I’m
screwing around, do you?” He didn’t like her thinking that. Didn’t
want her thinking that. He hadn’t cheated on her and he had no
plans to do so in the future.
    “No!” she replied sharply.
    “Then what’s this line of questioning really
about?”
    “It’s not about anything,” she said. “It’s not
real.”
    “Can we drop it and forget about it then?” For some
reason it made him nervous.
    “Okay,” she agreed easily.
    Roxanne never found any appeal in being out on the
road. Aside from all the infidelity going on, as soon as she got
comfortable in one motel it was time to move on to the next. Even
though she found little joy in the lifestyle, she did it because
she wanted to be with Frank.
    After checking into the latest motel, Frank parked
the van in front of their newest room.
    Roxanne opened the passenger door and glanced over
her shoulder before getting out. Seeing Rich make no attempt to
move bothered her. Wherever his thoughts lay, they surely ran deep.
Secretly, she hoped he’d wrapped them in guilt. That’d serve him
right. The notion of Rich wallowing in his own remorse lightened
her mood.
    “Hey, Rich…”
    Nothing.
    “Hey, Richie…?”
    Her teasing, playful tone broke into his thoughts.
He glanced up and thought about saying something, but changed his
mind.
    “What’s wrong with you?” she asked, concern seeping
into her voice.
    “Nothing that a little time can’t handle.” And a
whole lot of women . Wouldn’t you know it? The first time he
really wanted a girl, she didn’t want him. He didn’t know which was
worse—the thought of never seeing her again, or, never having her
for himself.
    “I hate to see you like this,” she said with a
measure of pity. “I wish there was something I could say to make
you feel better.”
    “Roxie, I appreciate that.” He tried to smile. “But
I think your sister is the only one who can do that.”
    “Don’t be too hard on her, okay?” she said, trying
to find an excuse for Candy’s actions. “She really does care about
you. She’s just afraid.”
    “Really? You think so?” Rich didn’t want to hear the
voice inside his head warning him that