head. “I find that even harder to believe.”
“Worse than that. I discovered— Never mind. I really don’t want to talk about it. I decided to enjoy the holiday anyway. I’m sure I can find plenty of people to celebrate with.”
Pretty bold there, Daisy girl.
Maybe it was time for some bold on her part. She’d allowed herself to be Craig’s shadow for too long and look where that had gotten her.
“I’m sure you won’t have any trouble. This your first Mardi Gras?”
“It is, and I’m going to do my best to enjoy every minute of it.”
“Well, then, let me give you a little rundown on what to expect and how to enjoy it the most.”
His voice was musical and soothing, rubbing smooth the raw edges of her anger. She was startled by the instant connection zapping between them and wondered if he felt it, too. She kept glancing over at his very sexy face, rewarded each time with a smile that jumped her thermostat. At thirty-five, she’d met a lot of very interesting men, been involved with a few, but none of them had ever zapped her this way. Was it a reaction to Craig’s betrayal, or—
No. She wouldn’t go there. Anyway, maybe he was only being polite. Still, a girl could hope. As they chatted, he shifted slightly on the seat and his thigh came into contact with hers. Blazing heat surged through her from the point of contact, making her more acutely aware of the man sitting next to her.
“By the way,” he went on, “my name’s Marc. Marc Doucet.” He held out his hand.
When Daisy took it, she felt the same surge of heat as when his thigh had touched hers. The way Marc’s eyes widened a little bit, she could tell he felt it, too.
Ohmigod!
“Daisy Karr,” she told him, moistening her lips. “Um, is Doucet Cajun? Are you from here?”
He winked at her. “Guar-on-tee it. Born and bred.”
“But you don’t live around here now?” she asked.
“No, sorry to say. I had to relocate for work.”
“Oh.” She paused. “What kind of work do you do?”
“Nothing that would interest you, I promise. Dull business stuff.”
Okay, then. She didn’t want to hear about it. She didn’t want to think about the business world at all for the next few days.
“Are you meeting someone here for Mardi Gras?” Damn! Had that just come out of her mouth? It was none of her business. Except, lordy, he was so freakin’ hot.
“Not really. I have a little bit of business to attend to, so I thought I’d combine it with some celebratin’.”
“Oh. That’s nice.” He probably had some hot sexy woman waiting for him. Men like him never lacked for female companionship. Daisy had seen enough of them in her life.
“So, how long are you here for?” he asked.
“Five days.” Oh, wait. Should she have told him? What if he turned out to be someone she wanted to get rid of? Her brain was definitely not clicking on all cylinders. She’d just have to cross that bridge if and when she came to it.
She glanced out the window. They had passed the Mississippi River on the right and Lake Ponchartrain on the left, now heading into the city on Airline Drive. Craig had been here several times, ostensibly to meet with clients, although who the hell knew now if that was the truth. He’d never asked her to accompany him even though he knew it was a place she’d always wanted to see.
Now she wondered exactly what—
No. She had told herself she’d do her best to wipe all of this out of her mind for a few days. Facing it when she got back would be miserable enough.
“Oh, look!” She pointed out the window as they crossed the bridge into the city of New Orleans. “This is fantastic.”
Marc chuckled. “I always love it when people see my city for the first time. She’s an old lady, but she’s got plenty of charm.”
“She sure has.”
Soon she was drinking in the sights of the beautiful city and the quaint streets of the French Quarter. Everywhere she looked, people were in Mardi Gras mode. They hung over
“Worse than that. I discovered— Never mind. I really don’t want to talk about it. I decided to enjoy the holiday anyway. I’m sure I can find plenty of people to celebrate with.”
Pretty bold there, Daisy girl.
Maybe it was time for some bold on her part. She’d allowed herself to be Craig’s shadow for too long and look where that had gotten her.
“I’m sure you won’t have any trouble. This your first Mardi Gras?”
“It is, and I’m going to do my best to enjoy every minute of it.”
“Well, then, let me give you a little rundown on what to expect and how to enjoy it the most.”
His voice was musical and soothing, rubbing smooth the raw edges of her anger. She was startled by the instant connection zapping between them and wondered if he felt it, too. She kept glancing over at his very sexy face, rewarded each time with a smile that jumped her thermostat. At thirty-five, she’d met a lot of very interesting men, been involved with a few, but none of them had ever zapped her this way. Was it a reaction to Craig’s betrayal, or—
No. She wouldn’t go there. Anyway, maybe he was only being polite. Still, a girl could hope. As they chatted, he shifted slightly on the seat and his thigh came into contact with hers. Blazing heat surged through her from the point of contact, making her more acutely aware of the man sitting next to her.
“By the way,” he went on, “my name’s Marc. Marc Doucet.” He held out his hand.
When Daisy took it, she felt the same surge of heat as when his thigh had touched hers. The way Marc’s eyes widened a little bit, she could tell he felt it, too.
Ohmigod!
“Daisy Karr,” she told him, moistening her lips. “Um, is Doucet Cajun? Are you from here?”
He winked at her. “Guar-on-tee it. Born and bred.”
“But you don’t live around here now?” she asked.
“No, sorry to say. I had to relocate for work.”
“Oh.” She paused. “What kind of work do you do?”
“Nothing that would interest you, I promise. Dull business stuff.”
Okay, then. She didn’t want to hear about it. She didn’t want to think about the business world at all for the next few days.
“Are you meeting someone here for Mardi Gras?” Damn! Had that just come out of her mouth? It was none of her business. Except, lordy, he was so freakin’ hot.
“Not really. I have a little bit of business to attend to, so I thought I’d combine it with some celebratin’.”
“Oh. That’s nice.” He probably had some hot sexy woman waiting for him. Men like him never lacked for female companionship. Daisy had seen enough of them in her life.
“So, how long are you here for?” he asked.
“Five days.” Oh, wait. Should she have told him? What if he turned out to be someone she wanted to get rid of? Her brain was definitely not clicking on all cylinders. She’d just have to cross that bridge if and when she came to it.
She glanced out the window. They had passed the Mississippi River on the right and Lake Ponchartrain on the left, now heading into the city on Airline Drive. Craig had been here several times, ostensibly to meet with clients, although who the hell knew now if that was the truth. He’d never asked her to accompany him even though he knew it was a place she’d always wanted to see.
Now she wondered exactly what—
No. She had told herself she’d do her best to wipe all of this out of her mind for a few days. Facing it when she got back would be miserable enough.
“Oh, look!” She pointed out the window as they crossed the bridge into the city of New Orleans. “This is fantastic.”
Marc chuckled. “I always love it when people see my city for the first time. She’s an old lady, but she’s got plenty of charm.”
“She sure has.”
Soon she was drinking in the sights of the beautiful city and the quaint streets of the French Quarter. Everywhere she looked, people were in Mardi Gras mode. They hung over
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