Chapter 13

The three of them dressed then and made the walk back across the parking lot with their arms around each other, Stormy in the middle. The whole experience had been almost surreal, but Stormy knew she’d never forget it or the two women with whom she’d shared the powerful moments. One for the books. Little ole country-girl me and the two lezzies in Vegas. Oh, man.

Tom looked up when they walked in. Marsh dozed in one chair, Jest in another and Ben nursed a beer at the dinette. Tom had his guitar in his lap, a sheet of ruled paper on the coffee table in front of him and a pen stuck behind one ear. He strummed a couple of chords, shook his head, and tried another set. Then he paused and gave Stormy a knowing grin.

“So the girls saw your truck, huh? Must’ve given them the real cook’s tour. Or did you go out for a little drive?”