Finally, she breathed deeply, willing her heart to slow and inhaled the delicious aroma of the food.
“Sorry, ’bout that,” Mason said, staring after the man, a hard glitter in his gaze. “Bobby forgets his manners ’round a pretty girl.”
Yeah, she’d bet money that was jealousy causing him to glare. And he’d called her pretty.
Things were looking up indeed.
Maybe she’d been celibate too long. Her reactions to both men had been powerful. Or maybe it was this place—a closed community, maybe untouched by time. A primitive vibe crackled in the air.
Or perhaps, her overactive imagination was building a little suspense and romance into the overall theme of her story. Based on the past few minutes, she might have the choice of two interesting prospects to end her long drought.
With a smile tipping up the corners of her mouth, she dug into her food, glad she had the long evening ahead, and looked forward to capturing her first impressions of Bayou Noir.
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