The Devil Served Desire (32 page)

"I think it's great that you're doing this for us," Maria said, shouting a little to be heard as they made their way through the crowds. "Dropping everything to come and help Rebecca while she's on bed rest. We were desperate for the extra help."

Desperate was something Meredith understood. When Rebecca had called yesterday morning to ask if Meredith could help out while Rebecca was home working on a healthy pregnancy, Meredith couldn't say yes fast enough. Undoubtedly, her blue-ribbon past at the Indiana State Fair and familial loyalty made her the first choice for helping them out of a jam.

Meredith circumvented a businessman with a lethal briefcase that kept swinging into her knees. "When Rebecca called, it took me about a half second to give my notice at Petey's Pizza Parlor, hang up my uniform for good, pack my bags and hop on the first plane out of Indiana."

Maria laughed. "A little eager to leave?"

"Oh
yeah
. I'd have
crawled
to Boston from Indiana to finally find a life that involved more than cows and corn." She glanced back over her shoulder at Bongo Boy. "I just didn't expect to have it thrust in my face, percussion complement included."

"Hey, get used to the unusual. That's part of what this city is all about."

Bongo Boy's native pounding was silenced when she and Maria stepped onto the subway car and the doors swooshed shut behind them.

Crowds shoved their way through the jam-packed Blue Line conveyance. Meredith thought of the hundreds—maybe thousands—of hands that had touched those silver poles today. She wasn't so sure she wanted to hold one, not without some gloves and antibacterial gel.

"Come on, let's grab a seat," Maria said.

"But they're all full." Besides, who knew what had sat in those seats? She was glad she was wearing long pants. Didn't want anything ... foreign crawling up her legs.

"Not for long." Maria turned and flashed a flirty smile at two men with bright yellow construction hats, sitting side by side on the long plastic benches. A second later, the two men rose and gave up their seats.

"I thought men didn't do that kind of thing anymore. Chivalry is dead and all that," Meredith said after they sat down.

"You just have to know how to work with men, Meredith, and they'll treat you right." Maria crossed one leg over the other. Above them, the two men watched her bare legs move with undisguised appreciation. "And remember to use the top view to your advantage."

"It helps that you
have
a top. I'm a little barren up there." Meredith glanced down at her 34Bs, looking flat beneath her jacket and white turtleneck, and sighed.

"Different strokes for different folks." Maria winked. "I hope Bongo Boy didn't give you a bad impression of Boston."

"Not at all. Calvin Klein should snatch him up, though."

Maria laughed. "Now that's an ad I'd like to see when I open up my
Cosmo
."

Meredith clutched her purse in her lap, holding it tight to her chest. For the third time since she'd landed in Boston—and the tenth time since she'd left her apartment that morning—her cell phone vibrated against the inside of her bag. She peeked inside, glanced at the missed call list and let out a sigh.

She doubted even the witness protection program could hide her from her mother.

The subway car rushed around a curve, sending the bench of people against each other like a human wave. The lights flickered. Across the aisle, a burly man in a winter cap and a holey gray sweater gave Meredith a toothless smile. The scent of humans—sweat, perfume and desperation—swept through the enclosed car.

The closest she'd come to such a confined space was Elmer Tyne's annual Halloween hay ride. Most of the smells on that one came from Elmer's plodding and gassy mare, Heloise.

"Boston is just a little different from what I'm used to." Meredith shut her purse without answering the call. "But I'm still going to do what it takes to experience it all while I'm here."

"I can show you the Prudential and the Aquarium—"

"I didn't mean that kind of experience." Meredith started to lean back against the seat, remembered the germ quotient, and straightened. "I come from a town of three thousand people," she explained. "I haven't exactly lived yet. Heck, I've barely seen the "real world."

Maria laughed. "If you want the real world, you've come to the right place. It doesn't get any realer than this."

The train continued its rushing path along the tracks, the riders journeying along, looking as passive and unanimated as the ads for safe sex and language schools that decorated the metal walls. No one here looked real. Heck, they didn't even look alive.

"Good," Meredith said. "Because I want..." She glanced around, then lowered her voice to a whisper. "A man."

Maria blinked. "A... a man?"

"Yeah. I want to ... well, fill in the gaps in my education." She raised a brow to complete the meaning of her sentence. "Hopefully more than once."

Maria leaned back in her seat, a smile of appreciation on her lips. She thrust a hand out to Meredith.

"Welcome to Boston, Meredith Shordon. I'm
definitely
going to like working with you."

Meredith's phone vibrated again, as if her mother was sending a protest all the way from Indiana
: Don't think about sex. Doing it, watching it or even spelling it in a crossword.

Ignoring the call was cowardly, but it bought her some time. Time to figure out who she was, what she wanted and how the city of Boston could change Meredith Shordon.

For the better.

But
...

That little word grumbled inside her brain and sent an arrow of doubt through her hastily arranged plans.

If she'd found men playing bongos in their underwear here, what else did the city of Boston hold that Meredith hadn't expected ...

And wasn't prepared to handle?

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