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boldness tonight.
    “No, I just want to see this place, and prove a point to you. Don’t worry.” Allie slid her hand across the seat, running her fingers over his, her actions brash.
    “Does she park in a certain spot?” Allie asked, knowing he knew Tess’s routine.
    “Yeah, I know where we can park so we can look.”
    “Who owns this place?”
    “Some guy named Dean Lipkin.” Marty turned to her, his face lined in dark shadows.
    “Is he there a lot?”
    “Oh yeah, every night. You have to be a member. Tess was bringing me here as her guest, but after this guy saw me a few times he tried to entice me to join.” Marty pulled the truck off into a dirt lane. “We’ll be able to hang here for awhile, but not too long.”
    Marty swung the truck around and pulled it under a large willow tree. Allie kicked herself, not thinking to bring the binoculars.
    “What do you have to do to become a member?” Allie shifted in her seat to face him, her heated skin sticking to the leather.
    “There’s fees. I mean, they have a lot of amenities in there.” Marty cleared his throat.
    “What kind of amenities?” Allie stared at the clubhouse. It was a large, three-story house. It looked like an old mansion, the type you would see on a Southern plantation. It was white with black shutters with a large wraparound porch. The ground floor was brightly lit, but the higher her eyes went, the darker it became.
    “Well, on the ground floor they have a bar, music, and dancing. They have a buffet between six and eight. On the second floor, clothing is optional.” He avoided her gaze, fidgeting in his seat. “On the third floor, clothing is not permitted.”
    Allie tried to see into the building but couldn’t. Heavy draperies were hung over the windows. Shadows of people mingled in the foyer. Soft jazz music hung in the air. People were gathered on the front porch. They were sharply dressed, appearing affluent.
    “Have you been up to the third floor?” Allie asked cautiously, wanting to see how much Marty would share.
    Marty massaged his forehead then looked up at her. “I was up there once,” he mumbled.
    “It’s all right, Marty. I’m not going to hold anything against you.” Allie felt the pain in his eyes, his lids heavy with remorse.
    “Yeah, I was up there, trying to make love to Tess with an audience. Like you said, just how she likes it.” He shook his head at the memory.
    “What’s it like? I don’t know if I could have sex in front of other people,” she confessed.
    “Well, the first time I had had quite a bit to drink. I had to, so I could do it.” He chuckled nervously.
    “Well, what does Tess expect you to do? Get drunk on a daily basis so you can carry on your intimate relationship with her in front of all her club peers?” Allie looked back at Marty, wondering if she was getting through to him. She was determined to sway him, wanting to win, him being the prize.
    “I guess,” he said reluctantly. Silence filled the cab, a chorus of crickets permeated through the brush.
    “Does that work for you, Marty?” Allie raised her brows at him, taking all of him in, the darkness aiding her in her bold assessment.
    “No, Allie. It doesn’t.” He leaned over the steering wheel and sighed.
    Allie squinted through the darkness, looking over at the clubhouse. Right then Tess stepped out on the front porch in a cardinal-red dress, sipping her drink, swinging her sleek, dark hair, laughing at all her potential partners.
    “There she is.” Allie’s voice rose as she pointed.
    “Where?” Marty leaned into the windshield.
    “Right there on the porch. See, with the older couple.” Allie tried to direct his eyes through the darkness.
    “Yup, there she is, working the crowd.” Marty’s voice was hoarse. “I wonder if she’ll sleep with them tonight.” Tess was socializing with another couple, her hand resting on the shoulder of a well-dressed man, most likely the other woman’s husband.
    “I know,