Restoring Hope by C. P. Smith

Author:C. P. Smith [Smith, C. P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Erotica, Humorous, Thrillers, Romantic Suspense
Amazon: B00LZFHL7Y
Published: 2014-07-20T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

It’s hard to explain a Louisiana bayou. The winding the water takes as you go deeper into the prehistoric environment. Cypress trees tall and foreboding, their moss covered limbs blocking the sun in places, lending an eerie feel to their surroundings. The greens of vine flowers that covered some of the trees, even the green covered water was a sight to see. The quiet at times, like the wildlife, plants and trees themselves knew you were there, interrupting their tranquil world. Alligators lying in wait, Herons, perched on rotten stumps, their necks curved towards the sun. Snakes and turtles cresting the surface of the water and then ducking back down as you passed, all were foreign and in some cases a scary world to Hope, but nonetheless beautiful in their own right. She could see how a person could get lost out there, turned around, but also lost in a different way, lost in your own mind. The tranquility of the place lends itself to solving world hunger, stopping wars or even coming up with a recipe for the perfect gumbo to appease Big Daddy and his quest for perfection.

The roar of the propeller broke Hope from her thoughts, as water lilies rocked in the water as they sped past towards some secret crawfish hole. Nic and Nicky swore it was the best spot for miles, and with the season’s end approaching, they were determined to get one last big catch. Nic’s airboat was loaded with mesh traps, a small cooler with fresh meat and hotdogs guaranteed to attract a crawfish within smelling distance. All was in the front of the flat-bottomed airboat, as Nicky and Hope sat in the middle while Nic drove high above them in the driver’s seat. They were thirty minutes outside of New Orleans at a place called Honey Island, where Nic had a truck and airboat he kept in a storage unit for just such outings with his son. They’d driven down in his car and pulled out the boat, then put in near the swamp tours and watched as the large tour boats filled with people. They’d passed houses and shacks built on stilts with boats tethered to porches that sat right on the water. Nic had called them swamp people, those who lived there year round, and some had been on their porches and waved as they sped past towards their fishing spot.

When Nic came to a bend in the river, he took a right off the main waterway to a narrower inlet. After several hundred yards, he killed the motor, and they drifted onto a bank of solid ground as Nicky jumped out to stop the boat from floating back out. Thankfully, it was sunny where he’d parked, the mosquitoes were forming in the shade waiting to attack Hope and Nic didn’t want her porcelain skin marred by bug bites. Stepping out of the back, his shrimp boots on to protect his legs, Nic leaned in without a word and

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