The Secret Lives of the Kudzu Debutantes by Cathy Holton

Author:Cathy Holton
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780307490667
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2007-07-19T22:00:00+00:00

ALL THE WAY TO JOE'S HOUSE, LAVONNE WAS QUIET. IT OCCURRED to her that she had been the one to jump at the chance to sleep at his place, and he hadn't said much of anything. When he finally did speak, he said, “Wow. They're intense.”

“Who? Eadie and Trevor?” She was relieved that the awkward silence between them had had more to do with the Boones and less to do with Lavonne forcing a sleepover. “They've always been like that. It's a fight to the death, no holds barred. They have an odd marriage and it wouldn't work for everyone, but don't kid yourself. Those two are crazy about each other.”

He grinned and reached for her hand. “Yeah, I got that.” They held hands all the way back to his place.

Joe lived in a brick ranch house close to where Nita had grown up. It was a neighborhood of 1950s and 1960s houses with neat, manicured lawns and large trees. Young couples had begun to move in and fix up the houses and now it was one of the hottest real estate areas in town. Joe had redone his house soon after moving in, taking down walls, refinishing floors, raising the ceiling to the rafters so that it felt like a California beach house, open and uncluttered.

He switched on the lights and went into the kitchen to make them a drink. Lavonne sat down on the overstuffed sofa in the living room and turned on the TV. Jon Stewart was interviewing Harrison Ford on The Daily Show.

“This is a rerun,” Joe said, setting two martini glasses down on the coffee table.

“I know.” She leaned over and picked up her drink and then sat back with one foot tucked under her. “I think Jon Stewart's adorable.”

“Really?” He sat down beside her and leaned to pick up his glass. “I find myself oddly jealous over that comment.”

She grinned and sipped her drink.

He tasted his martini and said, “Not bad. Not as good as Eadie's, but not bad.”

“Not bad at all.”

“What's her secret? How does Eadie make her martinis so good?”

“If I told you, I'd have to kill you.”

He kicked his shoes off and stretched his feet out on the coffee table, crossing them at the ankle. “You know,” he said, smoothing his shirt over his flat stomach. “There are ways I could make you talk.”

“Really?” She arched one eyebrow and looked at him over the rim of her glass.

“Did I ever tell you I was a wrestler?” He set his drink down and flexed his arm. “Nineteen seventy-five New York State Wrestling Champion, one- hundred-sixty-five-pound weight class.”

“Wow.” She squeezed his bicep lightly with her fingers.

“Want me to show you some of my wrestling moves?”

She shrugged. “Maybe,” she said.

“It's pretty entertaining stuff.”

She sipped her drink and thought, So this is what love feels like. Like falling down a flight of stairs or jumping from a tall bridge. She said, “I didn't have time to pack a bag. Do you have some jammies I can borrow?”

He took her glass from her and set it down on the table.

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