Vanished (A Born Bayou Novella) by Suzanne Steele

Author:Suzanne Steele [Steele, Suzanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Suzanne Steele
Published: 2016-10-26T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Ashleigh

The smell of eggs and bacon wake me up. I’m surprised I fell asleep again.

“Just in time for brunch,” he announces from where he’s cooking in the kitchen.

“Brunch? I didn’t realize Cajun men did brunch.” I’m purposely being a smart ass, but given the situation I think I have a right to be. It hasn’t been a good couple of days. I’ve lost my job, my home, and now my freedom. I do have to admit, it’s nice of him to cook. I think it’s the contradictions in his personality that drive me so crazy when it comes to him. I’ve never met anyone quite like him—crazy, dangerous, sinister sweet, and attentive all rolled up in one man. It’s enough to confuse the hell out of any woman. It seems like every time I have a read on him he throws me a curveball without even trying—it’s just who the man is.

“Well, we’re not all a bunch of wild animals running through the Bayou barefoot and huntin’ gators while we scream, ‘Sooie.’ It must be my European upbringing that makes me so classy.” He smirks.

And… he has a sense of humor. Is there no end to the perplexity this man brings to the table?

“You’re laughing”—I reach out for the plate he’s handing me—“but I do sense an air of etiquette about you. Tell me more about your family.” Now he’s got my curiosity piqued.

“Oh, I get it—now we’re bonding. Let’s get real and acknowledge it for what is: the reporter wants info so she can escape. I’ll open the door and let you go. You’d do the same thing that boy I cut loose in bayou did.”

I wonder what boy he’s talking about. I have no way of knowing I’m going to find out details I might not want to know very soon. “And what’s that?” I answer him defiantly.

“Run in circles, and get lost.” This time it’s him rolling his eyes. “Back to your question. Well… according to what people say about our family, we’re the perfect blend of European class and bad boy bayou. My grandmother was European and my granddaddy was Cajun. My daddy is half European and Cajun, but on the inside the man’s straight up born Bayou Cajun.”

“What about your mother?”

“My daddy slit her throat and threw her to the gators.”

“Oh my God!”

“I’m kidding—maybe.”

The cocky grin on his face, mixed with the tousled copper colored hair that has blonde highlights running through it, make for a very sexy man. There’s an easy going vibe that goes with this guy, like he’s comfortable in his own skin. I’ve noticed his hazel eyes change, depending on what he’s wearing, or his mood. Right now they’ve taken on a whiskey color, and they’re staring into me.

In between bites I talk. “You stare a lot.”

“I want to remember what you look like in case I have to kill you.”

“Very funny.” I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I’m not quite sure if I can take another session of rough sex this soon.

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