"I was, but I got a loan from El Tigre and I couldn’t pay him back, I had to run," Dusty said.

"El Tigre? You said you weren’t going to go to that bastard again after the first time! I told you that you could come to me if you needed money," I said.

"Helena, you bailed me out of prison and gave me a new home, you’ve done enough," Dusty said gently, "I don’t deserve it."

"So what are you addicted to?" I asked.

"Well as soon as I got here, it didn’t take me long to try to rob the bank. I was in prison for a very long time," Dusty said, "the only reason they let me out is because I agreed to come here and work on my addiction to money. What about you?"

"My friend and business partner, Kit, says that I’m an alcoholic," I answered.

"Why do you drink?" Dusty said.

"Why? I don’t know, I just like to drink," I lied.

"Don’t bullshit me," Dusty said.

I sighed and said, "I drink to get rid of the pain."

Dusty sat up suddenly with an angry expression on his face, "who hurt you?" she snarled angrily.

I sighed and gave her a small smile, "that’s so sweet. Tell you what, when you tell me about that nightmare you have at night, I’ll tell you who hurt me."

Dusty let out a loud sigh and said, "good deal."

She leaned back to lie next to me and turned to her side to look at me. She caressed my cheek softly and I leaned my cheek to her touch. It still surprised me how soft and tender she could be when she was so muscular and rough. I normally wouldn’t be attracted to someone like her because she looks to much like a man, but when I saw her tender, no, her womanly side, I couldn’t help but bend to her will.

Then I felt her lips on mine and a fire erupted within me. She never liked to talk when we got passionate, but I was quite the opposite.

"Turn off the light," I whispered.

"Mmm," she groaned anxiously moving her lips down to my throat, "why?"

I let out a small moan and said, "because anyone outside could see our shadows and know what we’re doing."