Page 58 of The Cajun Doctor

“The fool head what’s gonna be gator bait by mornin’.”

Both Daniel’s and Samantha’s heads shot up. Apparently, the thumping hadn’t been Daniel’s heart after all, but the continued pounding on the door by the Dixie Mob duo.

“Ooops,” he said, stepping back.

Samantha looked dazed. Her mouth was wet and kiss-swollen. The one strap of her silk top had slipped off a shoulder. He could swear there was a hickey on her neck, though he didn’t recall doing that. Maybe it was just whisker burn.

“Just the right effect,” he murmured.

She flinched as if he’d slapped her.

He hadn’t meant that exactly how it sounded, but he had no time to explain. Grabbing her by the waist, he yanked her to the opening in the door, molding her tightly to his side.

“Mon Dieu! Angus dint tell us he had a hoochie mama sister,” Jeff remarked on first seeing Samantha. “You an uptown hooker or sumpin’, ma jolie fille?”

Mutt chuckled and said, “No question what you been doin’, babe!” He emphasized his words with a lewd thrust of his hips.

Daniel squeezed Samantha tighter in a silent message not to let them rile her into saying something she shouldn’t.

She apparently got his message. “What do you guys want? It’s almost eleven o’clock, and I need my . . .” She gave Daniel a fake sultry look. “. . . sleep.”

“Yeah, right.” Mutt chuckled some more.

Then Jeff’s jaw dropped open as he stared at something over Samantha’s shoulder.

Oh, crap! Daniel hoped Angus hadn’t awakened and come downstairs. But nope, it was someone . . . something . . . else.

“Son of a fucking pig! Didjya know there’s an oinker in yer house?” Jeff asked Samantha.

“Yes, she’s a pet,” Samantha replied. “Don’t say anything insulting. Emily is already depressed.”

The two jerks were no longer looking at Samantha like she was hot stuff. More like batshit crazy.

Shaking his head to clear it, Jeff then demanded, “Let us in. We jist need ta talk ta Angus, and we’ll be on our way.”

There was no question in any of their minds what he meant by “talk.”

“Angus isn’t here,” Samantha lied. “I haven’t seen him in ages, and I have no idea why you’d think he’s here now.”

“So, it’s been nice, but scram,” Daniel added and tried once again to close the door, to no avail.

Just then a siren could be heard in the distance.

Mutt and Jeff stiffened and looked in that direction.

The sirens had no connection to their situation, unless one of the neighbors had called, but these goofballs didn’t know that. “Samantha called 911 when she saw your car parked on the street,” Daniel lied. “Guess the police are finally getting around to investigating.”

“This isn’t over,” Jeff said with a scowl as he stepped back.

“Tell that brother of yours that The Boss wants his money, or he’s pit bull kibble.” With that warning, Mutt drew his booted foot out of the doorway.

And the two ran off to their car.

With the door now closed and locked, Daniel looked at Samantha, who appeared dazed. “That went well.”

Samantha blinked away her daze and pushed away from him, walking back into the living room, heading toward the kitchen. “Where is that Scotch?”

Chapter Thirteen