ACRO 01 - Riding the Storm by Sydney Croft

Author:Sydney Croft [Croft, Sydney]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Erotica
ISBN: 038534080X
Publisher: Delta
Published: 2007-08-28T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Remy Begnaud Sr. didn't need to do his drinking at the ramshackle dive bar he'd frequented for years, not now that the Haley girl had paid him a handsome sum in exchange for T.

He'd tried hanging out in classier places than the Bayou Lantern, had bought the Widow Johnson fancy-shmancy cocktails at all of them, but he'd been so far out of his element he might as well have been on the moon.

Besides, he thought, as he downed a shot of whiskey and followed it with a beer back, when he passed out here, no one called the cops. And today Widow Johnson had made it clear that she didn't want to be called either.

"Eh, Remy, how dat boy o' yous?"

A heavy hand came down on Remy's back, and Leon Breaux, a flabby old geezer who talked like his jaw had been wired shut, swung onto a stool at the bar beside him.

"Ain't seen him," Remy said, even though it wasn't true—he'd gone to see T earlier, but T'd had the meteorologist in the pirogue and the situation didn't look welcoming.

"I hear tell he back. Done brung dat storm wit 'im."

Remy signaled Ross, the bartender and owner, for another round of whiskey and beer. "Ain't my problem, Leon. I told you, I ain't seen him."

But he had, over and over. In the nightmares that had plagued him every night since he'd cashed the meteorologist's check. His boy came to his dreams, accusing, asking why his daddy had sold him out. No matter how hard he tried to tell T it was for his own good, nothing changed. The dreams always ended the same way, with T sending a bolt of lightning into Remy Senior's body, vaporizing him with a sizzle.

Ross came back with the drinks, and Remy swallowed them both, his hand so shaky he spilled down the front of his wife-beater. He loved his kid, dammit, and he wanted what was best for him. Maybe he wouldn't win the Father of the Year award, but he'd given T food and shelter, things he himself hadn't grown up with.

And he'd never, ever treated T like he was nothing but an inconvenience. Truth be told, the boy had probably saved Remy Senior's life, kept him from doing something stupid after he lost Fay Lynne.

And you repaid him by selling his secret.

Remy shook his head, tried to force the words out of his brain, but all they did was rattle around inside his skull. Damn it all to hell. Why should he feel guilty? T owed him for taking him in when no one else would. Remy deserved every cent of the money he got from the woman, what with all the times he'd had to save the kid from being lynched.

He laughed out loud, because wasn't it funny how no matter how many times you told yourself something, you still didn't believe it. He didn't think he could get drunk enough to talk himself into believing he deserved the money. Not when T knew nothing about it.

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