Kicks for a Sinner S3
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She’d gone daily to the hospital to sing and read and hold the triplets even for brief moments. If Joe could, he came along to give Trinity another pep talk. The baby always made gains afterward. When he finally came home to share a room painted a soothing green with his brother and sister, they did notice he responded more to Joe’s voice and Nell’s singing than in any other way. One had to get close up to his tiny face to elicit a smile, though he produced a grand one when they did. The pediatrician suspected he had vision trouble and to date, they kept Trinity on a monitor to alert Nell and Shammy in her cottage to any problems with his breathing.
Joe never mentioned that either. He simply remarked that not everyone could play football. As if reading her thoughts, her husband said to Connor Riley whose own bald-headed, blue-eyed son slept upstairs with his brood, “You miss the game, Con?”
“Not as much as I thought I would. I enjoy doing motivational speaking and setting my own hours. I have an offer to be commentator next season if I want it. We need to talk about getting our barbecue sauce company started, Connor’s Mild and Joe Dean’s Red Hot. I’d like to have another child.”
Stevie, sitting on her husband’s lap in one of the big recliners, bopped him. “Not right away.”
“Sure, I know that.”
“We can use the sauce proceeds to build more cottages for Camp Love Letter. With Corazon and her family in one, the maids in another and Shammy in a third, we’re running out of room. In fact, I think we should add a wing onto the house just in case,” Joe Dean said.
Nell sat up abruptly from where she lounged against Joe’s shoulder and spilled her merlot down her festive red sequined top. “Why?’
“You know Madame Leleux said we’d end up with twelve children, this way, that way, all ways. Never wrong, that old traiteur, no. Their blankets are already in the chest.”
“Not possible. Only superstitious nonsense.”
“We’ll see. I think we should be prepared.”
The trouble with Joe, he was so often optimistically right. He said he would take care of the Cassie problem, and he did as unerringly as he threw passes. He swore the triplets would be fine, and mostly they were. Now, she could not imagine being without them.
“I’ll call an architect in January.” Nell blotted her stained top, glad to see the sequins had repelled much of the mess, and leaned against Joe once more. A future with him would always be an adventure. Time she got used to the idea and made it her New Year’s Resolution.
ABOUT AUTHOR LYNN SHURR
Once a librarian, now a writer of romance, Lynn Shurr grew up in Pennsylvania Dutch country. She attended a state college and earned a very impractical B.A. in English Literature. Her first job out of school really was working as a cashier in a burger joint. Moving from one humble job to another, she traveled to North Carolina, then Germany, then California where she buckled down and studied for an M.A. in Librarianship.
New degree in hand, she found her first reference job in the Heart of Cajun Country, Lafayette, Louisiana. For her, the old saying, “Once you’ve tasted bayou water, you will always stay here” came true. She raised three children not far from the Bayou Teche and lives there still with her astronomer husband and two big-boned, orange cats named Jake and Elwood.
When not writing, Lynn likes to paint, cheer for the New Orleans Saints and LSU Tigers, and take long road trips nearly anywhere. Her love of the bayou country, its history and customs, often shows in the background for her books.
She is the author of the Sinners sports romance series and will debut two other titles with L & L Dreamspell in 2012, Queen of the Mardi Gras Ball and Mardi Gras Madness. As everyone in Louisiana knows, Fat Tuesday is a day when anything can happen.
You may contact Lynn at www.lynnshurr.com or visit her blog—lynnshurr.blogspot.com.