Sorry for the long wait! I've been trying to update my other stories and I honestly forgot to load the next chapter(s) up. As I said in the first chapter this story is done I've just got to load each chapter at a time. I'll try to keep up lol!

Chapter 3

Lynn plopped the bag on the toilet seat and turned on the hot water. I really need a shower she thought. She waited until it was scolding hot before she turned the cold water on a little bit. If there was one thing she loved, it was a 'hot' shower. She turned the shower knob on and stepped back to remove her clothes.

That's when she noticed she wasn't wearing her boots. He must've taken them off me while I was sleeping she rationalized. She reached down and unzipped and unbuttoned her pants letting them fall down her legs with her panties. She stepped out of them and removed her shirt throwing it behind her.

She stepped into the shower and closed the almost see-through curtain and let the hot water run down her body. She leaned her hands against the wall and leaned forward so the water fell down her back, relaxing her back muscles. She stood up strait and wiped the water from her eyes and pushed her hair away from her face. She went to reach for her shampoo and conditioner when she realized she left it in her bag. She sighed and opened the shower curtain a little and reached inside the bag and pulled out her Pert-Plus.

"Gotcha, " she sighed as she poured a little into her hands and closed the cap putting in on the edge of the tub. She rubbed it between her hands then rubbed it into her hair and almost moaned at the sensations it caused. I enjoy showers too much she smiled to herself. She finished washing herself and turned off the water. She reached for the towel hanging on the curtain rod and wiped herself down and wrapped it around herself. She opened the curtain and carefully stepped out of the tub. God knows I don't need to fall and be found unconscience...naked, by some stranger or worse, the very attractive man in the next room she thought.

"Stop it, " she scolded herself in a hushed whisper. She pulled out a pair of pants and a shirt and put them on the sink counter. Something fell out of the bag and she picked it up. It was a picture of her and Vickie. She touched the picture with tears in her eyes. My best friend...gone she thought. She brought the picture to her lips and kissed it as she closed her eyes letting a few tears fall.

"Goodbye, " she whispered and put the picture back in her bag. It wasn't the first time she'd lost someone she loved or cared about. Vickie was the last person she had left. She was lonely now. She wiped her face and reached into the bag for a pair of panties and bra and put them on.

She finished dressing and put all her belongings back into her bag. She zipped it and picked it up and reached for the door. She paused when she noticed she hadn't locked it. Idiot she berated herself. She opened the door and stepped out.

The room was empty and in a way she was thankful he wasn't there. It would have felt awkward for some reason. There was a note on the table she noticed. She laid the bag on the bed and walked to the table and grabbed the note.

If you're hungry, you can join Lucas and I downstairs in the dinning area. Oh, and don't forget to lock the door sugar

xCowboyx

She couldn't help but briefly laugh at the name he signed with. She pulled out a chair and held the note in her hand and read it a couple more times. Her stomach disturbed her thoughts by growling very loudly at her. She looked over her shoulder at the alarm clock and was shocked to see it was ten o'clock. Whoa, how long was I out she wondered. She balled the note up and threw it towards the trash can making it no problem. She thought about whether or not to take him up on his invitation and remembered she hadn't thanked either of them for saving her life. She got up and grabbed her cowboy hat and headed out the door. She locked it like he asked her too and made her way downstairs.

It was actually a very nice place. It was well kept and it smelled nice. She walked into the lobby and there were a few people sitting about, talking. She walked over to the receptionist and asked, "Excuse me, could you tell where the dinning area is?"

"Are you Lynn Connors?" the lady asked politely.

"Yes, " she answered awkwardly.

The lady smiled and motioned for her to follow her, "Right this way ma'am."

She followed her into a dimly lit room and wasn't surprised when she led her to her cowboy. Where the hell did that come from she wondered as she came to a stop next to the table. He was still wearing those sunglasses.

"Here you are ma'am, " the lady laid out a menu for her.

"Thank you, " Lynn thanked and took a seat across from him.

"So, have a nice shower?" he asked smirking.

"Refreshing, " she said as she unfolded her menu. "What's good here?"

"I would recommend the pork but the only place you can get a good pork is in Mexico, " he said.

"I could definently use a drink, " she mumbled. She reached into her pocket and sighed, "Shit, I left my wallet up stairs."

"No worries sugar, " he replied. "I've got you covered."

She put the menu down and looked at him. "Look, I'm really grateful for all that you've done so far and I want to thank you and your friend then I'll be on my way, " she said tiredly.

"I don't think you want to leave, " he smiled lightly shaking his head.

She was taken back by the tone of his voice and what he said.

"What?" she said.

He sat up in his chair a little more, "Actually, you can't leave."

She leaned back in her chair and rubbed the back of her bottom teeth with her tongue. It was something she did when she was about to loose her temper or was already really pissed off. "I know you're not telling me I can't leave, " she said lowly trying to keep her temper from flaring.

"If you don't want to die you won't, " he said seriously.

"What are you talking about?" she was starting to get annoyed.

"Those men that killed your friend could be looking for you. And let me tell you sugar, they are some men you don't want to fuck with. Now, the police don't know about you being involved or even being there, but they don't either and that, is the only thing saving your life, " he explained leaning his elbows on the table.

Before she could respond a waitress approached them, "Are you ready to order?"

"Yes, we are, " he said in a tone letting me know we would discuss it another time.

I can't make any changes to the story it's already done and posted other places, so no suggestions on what to do next, but you can let me know what you think might happen next. Please review and let me know what you think. I originally posted this on a Johnny Depp message board and I got a lot of traffic.