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      Trudy shook her head at Rhea.

      “Don’t ask,” she said. “Riley has taken a vow of chastity.”

      Riley rolled her eyes and told herself …

      Don’t even dignify that with a snotty reply.

      Then Trudy said to Rhea, “Riley’s not even on the pill.”

      Riley’s widened with shock at Trudy’s indiscretion.

      “Trudy!” she said.

      Trudy shrugged and said, “It’s not like you swore me to secrecy about it or something.”

      Rhea mouth had dropped open. Her horror seemed genuine this time.

      “Riley. Say it ain’t so. Please, please tell me she’s lying.”

      Riley growled under her breath and said nothing.

      If only they knew, she thought.

      She didn’t like to think about her rebellious teen years, much less talk about them. She’d been lucky not to get pregnant or catch some horrible disease. In college, she’d cooled off a lot of things—including sex, although she always carried a box of condoms in her purse just in case.

      Trudy pointedly turned the music back up.

      Riley heaved a sigh and said, “OK, I give up. Where do you want to go?”

      “The Centaur’s Den,” Rhea said. “We need some serious drinkage.”

      “Where else is there?” Trudy added.

      Riley swung her legs off her bed and got on her feet.

      “Am I dressed OK?” she asked.

      “Are you kidding?” Trudy said.

      Rhea said, “The Den’s grungy, but not that grungy.”

      Trudy walked over to the closet and rummaged through Riley’s clothes.

      She said, “Do I have to be like your mom or something? Here’s what you need to wear.”

      Trudy took out a spaghetti-strapped crop top and a nice pair of jeans and handed them to Riley. Then she and Rhea went out into the hall to round up some of the girls on their floor to join them.

      Riley changed clothes, then stood looking at herself in the long mirror on the closet door. She had to admit, Trudy had picked out a good look for her. The crop top flattered her slender, athletic body. With her long dark hair and hazel eyes she could pass for a college party girl.

      Even so, it felt oddly like a costume, not like Riley at all.

      But her friends were right, she did spend a lot of time studying.

      And surely there was such a thing as overdoing it.

      All work and no play …

      She pulled on a denim jacket and whispered to herself in the mirror …

      “Come on, Riley. Get out there and live a little.”

*

      When she and her friends opened the door to the Centaur’s Den, Riley was almost overcome by the familiar but suffocating smell of cigarette smoke and the equally suffocating noise of heavy metal music.

      She hesitated. Maybe this outing was a mistake after all. Were the grinding chords of Metallica a musical improvement over even the numbing monotony of Gloria Estefan?

      But Rhea and Trudy were behind her, and they pushed her on inside. Three other girls from the dorm followed them in, then headed straight for the bar.

      Peering through the smoky air, Riley saw some familiar faces. She was surprised to find so many here on a weeknight.

      Most of the space was a dance floor where moving beams and sparkles flashed across kids who were happily writhing to a chorus of “Whiskey in the Jar.”

      Trudy grabbed both Riley and Rhea by the hands.

      “Come on, let’s dance, the three of us!”

      It was a familiar tactic—girls would dance together until they caught the eyes of some guys. It wouldn’t be long before they’d all be dancing with guys instead of each other—and drinking like crazy.

      But Riley was in no mood for that—or for the noise, for that matter.

      Smiling, she shook her head and pulled her hand away from Trudy.

      Trudy looked hurt for a moment, but it was too loud in here to have an argument about it. Then Trudy stuck her tongue out at Riley and pulled Rhea out onto the dance floor.

      Yeah, real mature, Riley thought.

      She pushed through the crowd to the bar and bought herself a glass of red wine. Then she headed downstairs, where tables and booths filled a basement room. She found an empty booth where she could sit down.

      Riley liked it a lot better down here than upstairs. True, the cigarette smoke was even thicker, enough to sting her eyes. But it was less frenzied, and quieter too, although muffled music from upstairs still thudded down through the floorboards.

      She sipped her wine slowly, remembering her reckless teenage drinking all too well. She’d always managed to get whatever she wanted to drink from seedy adult connections in the little town of Larned. Whiskey had been her booze of choice in those days.

      Poor Uncle Deke and Aunt Ruth, she thought. Out of her anger and boredom, she’d put them through more than their share of trouble.

      She kept telling herself …

      Maybe I’ll make it up to them someday.

      Her thoughts were interrupted by a male voice.

      “Hey.”

      Riley looked up and saw a big, muscular, reasonably good-looking guy holding a mug of beer and gazing down at her with a rakish, confident smile.

      Riley squinted—an expression that silently asked …

      “Do I know you?”

      Of course, Riley knew exactly who it was.

      It was Harry Rampling, the quarterback for the university football team.

      Riley had seen him take this same approach with lots of girls—presenting himself without introduction, because he took it for granted that he was already known far and wide as God’s gift to all the women on campus.

      Riley knew that this tactic usually worked. Lanton had a lousy football team, and Harry Rampling wasn’t likely to wind up with a career in professional football, but he was a hero here in Lanton all the same, and girls were usually all over him.

      She simply stared at him with a quizzical expression, as if she had no idea who he might by.

      His smile faded a little. It was hard to tell in the СКАЧАТЬ