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knocked.
    “Well, look who decided to mosey on in.” Sandy had a wide smile for Train as she stood with one hand on her hip and the other
holding a drink. “Finally came to see one of my girls.”
    “One in particular,” TJ said from behind
her. He was lounging on a sofa built for two with his boots off and a drink in
his hand.
    “She’s indisposed at the moment,” Train said,
plopping down in the chair next to TJ. “I can’t sit out there with everyone
looking at me while I wait for her to finish with her business.”
    Sandy ’s
throaty laugh filled the room. “You’re right,” she said looking at TJ. “He is
suffering.”
    Train looked from Sandy to TJ and glared. “I
thought you appreciated privacy.”
    TJ shrugged, and held his glass out to Sandy. Without delay, she refilled his drink. “We had a bet you couldn’t stay away from Marion. I won.”
    Train groaned. Leaning his head back, he
closed his eyes but the image of Marion walking up the stairs remained burned
into the back of his eyelids. “This was a mistake.” He stood abruptly and put his
hat on.
    TJ sat up. “Remember what you told me. You
said it didn’t matter.”
    Train thought of Marion upstairs in that
room. “Maybe it does.”
    “You better make damn sure because you can’t
punish her for the rest of her life because of what she does today.”
    “Wait a minute,” Sandy said with a piercing
look at both of them. “We’re not talking about an evening of entertainment.”
    “No.” TJ’s voice was stern. “He’s talking
about a lot more than that.”
    “Well, you can just forget about it. Even if
Marion wanted out, she can’t leave. She has a contract with me.” She pointed
her finger at TJ. “You know I love you, but I’m a business woman. Marion is an asset I’m not inclined to give away.”
    TJ looked surprised. “Marion’s been with you
a long time. Her contract’s been fulfilled ten times over.”
    Sandy cocked her head to the side. “She signed a new one last week.”
    “What?” Train sounded horrified.
    “I’m getting old. Marion wants to make sure
the girls still have this place once I’m gone. She bought in. She’s earning
sweat equity.”
    Train slammed the door as he left. His boots
landed hard on the floor as he stomped down the hall. He’d almost made it
outside when he heard her voice behind him.
    “What are you doing here?” Marion stood on
the bottom stair leading to the bedrooms.
     “He’s here to see Mr. Bester,” Cassie said
next to her. “Don’t bother with him, he doesn’t want company.” She looked sad,
glancing at Train. “Damn shame isn’t it?”
    Marion glared at Cassie. “Stay away from him,” she said under her breath. “He’s mine.”
    Cassie looked like a cat about to eat the
bowl of cream. “You know the rules. I saw him first. But I’m telling you, he’s
not interested.”
    “Obviously you didn’t get as far as his name.”
Marion took Cassie by the wrist. “That’s Train.”
    Cassie’s mouth fell open. A slow smile
spread across her lips. “Well now, maybe you’ll quit being such a bitch.
Appears as though he’s changed his mind.”
    “I recognize the look, he’s mad. Do you know
how long he’s been waiting?”
    Cassie touched her shoulder. “A while.”
Cassie went back upstairs.
    Marion crossed the floor to Train. “Do you want to wipe the sour expression from your
face and have a cup of coffee in the kitchen?” She pulled him away from the
door and pushed it closed.
     
    Train closed his eyes for a moment and let
the bouquet of her powder fill his senses. Her long dark hair brushed against
his arm as she moved around him. “Aren’t you supposed to ask me to go upstairs
first? I just spoke to Sandy. She told me you have a debt to work off.”
    “Great, I’m ready.” She splayed her arms
wide. “But I doubt that’s why you’re here.”
    “After I saw you with your last customer,
you’re right, I’ll pass.”
    “You can leave if you