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The humid air was slow to bring the soft sound of a blues-laden love song from the frat house across the street as Luci came out and perched on the porch railing, pondering her few options. If her aunts wouldn’t help her, it wasn’t going to be easy unraveling the mystery of her paternity. That Lila had called him her pooh bear was not something she wanted to admit to anyone.
She pushed her paternal thoughts to the back burner and let her mind home in on the distant hum of traffic as the city geared up for the night. The air was heavy with the scent of too many green growing things to sort out the alien foods that enticed and teased one to venture forth from comfort zones. This place, with its lazy decadence, was the polar opposite of her sturdy, duty-minded Wyoming, and had her feelin
