bar.
âYeah, I know how Sadie says hello.â Tara flipped her hair over her shoulder. âThe whole town knows how Sadie greets men.â
âThatâs not fair.â
âIsnât it?â She raised one eyebrow again. âShocking, really, to find Mr. Religion hanging out in a bar with a woman of, oh, letâs just say, loose morals.â She made a tsk with her tongue. âI wonder what CoCo will think.â
Heat infused his chest. âJust because I know God intimately, Tara, doesnât mean I condemn others who donât.â
âLike you did with CoCo?â
Touché. Yes, her sister had definitely taught her well.
âNeed another cola?â Mike interjected.
Luc shook his head. âNo, merci. Iâm about to head home. Just need my sax.â
The bartender passed his case over the bar to him. âSee you next week?â
âMaybe.â Luc faced Tara. âAlways a pleasure to see you, Tara.â
She threw back her head and chuckled. âIâm sure it is.â She stopped laughing and leaned next to himâclose enough he could feel her words on his cheek. âJust remember this, Luc Trahan, if you hurt my sister again, youâll have to deal with me.â
He smiled down at her. âIs that so?â
âThatâs so.â She gave a grin that hinted at something in the corners. Something he couldnât quite make out. âAnd trust me, thereâs no place you can hide that the spirits I send after you canât find.â
Her sister had taught her well, indeed.
CoCo tossed her shorts at the laundry hamper and missed. A clank echoed on the bathroomâs tile floor. For a moment, she was confused. Then she reached for what had fallen from her pocket.
Talking with Alyssa, or should she say, getting an earful from her sister had caused her to totally forget about the coin sheâd found. Now she studied the metal doubloon. It looked like a genuine Confederate coin, but she couldnât be sure. Sheâd have to take it to be inspected. What if it was the real deal? Howâd it end up under her rosebush?
She combed her wet-from-the-shower hair free of tangles and then brushed her teeth, all the while staring at the coin. What did it mean? How did it get in her yard? She tightened the sash of her tattered terrycloth robe, admonishing her runaway imagination. It was probably just a replica, something left over from Mardi Gras.
With a sigh, CoCo shoved it in her pocket, flipped off the bathroom light and marched into the hallway.
And ran smack into her sister.
âTara!â She jumped back against the wall, her hand to her chest. âYou scared me silly.â
Her sister laughed.
CoCo leaned forward and took a whiff of Tara. The stench of cigarette smoke clung to her sister like lichen to the cypress trees. âHave you been smoking?â
âNo, of course not.â Tara narrowed her eyes. âIf I had, it wouldnât be any concern of yours.â
The rebellious imp had taken over her sisterâs body again. âI just noticed you smelled like an ashtray, thatâs all.â
âI was down at the jazz club.â
CoCo moved past her sister toward the kitchen. She opened the icebox, in search of a cold canned drink. âOh.â The liquid did nothing to put out the fire burning in her chest.
Tara followed on her heels. âNo comment?â
If CoCo made a big deal about Taraâs outing to a bar, her sister would turn on her. As much as it hurt, CoCo shrugged and acted as if it didnât matter, then took another long sip of soda. âNone of my business, right?â
âThen I guess you donât care who I saw sitting at the bar with Sadie Thompson hanging all over himâ¦â Tara dug her hip into the counter.
No. Not Luc. Not Sadie. Tara had to be teasing, or mistaken. Donât say it, donât say itâ¦
âI donât know, who?â She finished
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