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He arched his brows.

“Okay, what?” she asked, moving over to him.

He put his arms around her and pulled her flush against his body, between his spread legs. “I’ve been waiting to do this all morning,” he murmured against her ear, then moved to her lips.

Then he kissed her.

And kissed her.

And kissed her.

Until her knees started to buckle and he lifted her up and, with a quick turn, had her sitting on the counter and him standing between her legs.

Oh, my!

He smiled.

“Are my eyes rolling back in my head?”

He laughed. “That good, huh?”

“You know it is, you rascal.” She pretended to slap his shoulder.

“It is for me, too, darlin’,” he said with a sudden serious expression on his face. “Can I can come back tonight?”

“Oh, Justin! We were lucky this time, but I can’t have people knowing you’re here all night.”

“How about if I promise to leave before morning?”

She hesitated, and he kissed her again, accompanied by a grinding of his erection against her lady parts. Her eyes were definitely rolling back in her head now. He left soon after that. She hadn’t told him that he could return. But she hadn’t said no, either.

Louise couldn’t explain her actions. It wasn’t like her to take such chances. Maybe she had more Cajun Sass in her than she’d imagined.

Chapter 7

Can’t help falling in love…

Louise had been seeing Justin for two weeks, and, despite her best intentions, she was definitely falling in love.

She loved how he looked…what woman wouldn’t? She loved the way he made love, as caring about her needs as his own. She loved how smart he was and dedicated to a noble profession, even if he did raise an eyebrow on occasion at some of her more far-fetched, but effective, herbal potions. She loved how sensitive he was in dealing with Adèle; he’d spent one whole afternoon with her, teaching her how to catch crawfish with a leafy branch while Louise was busy preserving two dozen jars of fig jam to be sold at the general store.

Yes, he was arrogant and aggressive. When he wanted something, he went after it, whether it be a medical career or a woman. She couldn’t exactly criticize him for that.

And, yes, it was crazy to fall for a guy who wouldn’t be around for much longer. Deep down, she was hoping he might choose to come back here to practice. A far-off dream. Maybe she should call on St. Jude for a little help, but he had been oddly silent of late.

She hadn’t said those three magic words to Justin, not out loud, and might not ever do so, because she had no idea if Justin reciprocated her feelings. And the clock was ticking down on the time left before he had to return north.

Oh, he cared about her. She was sure of that. Why else would he show up almost every night and leave before dawn? For the sex, of course. But he came during the day, as well, when he was able. Every spare minute he got, he spent with her, even when he had to share her with Adèle.

She noticed the way he looked at her sometimes when he thought she wasn’t looking. Confused and besotted would be her description. Not that she wasn’t gazing at him in the same way.

There was a kind of awareness between them whenever they were in the same room or vicinity, almost like an invisible bond, or magnetic field. Crazy, that’s what it was. All they could do was smile at each other whenever it happened. It happened a lot.

And he couldn’t stop touching her, even outside the bedroom. Holding her hand. Grazing her shoulder as he passed by. Trailing his fingertips over her bare arm. And quick kisses whenever anyone, including Adèle, was around; longer ones when he could get away with it.

Bottom line: There was no accounting for love. She might have locked the doors of her heart after her Big Grief, but she should have known that love had a way of sneaking in through a window left open accidentally, even when the doors were closed.

She sighed and finished up her make-up. She was going out with Justin on their first real date, as in out in public, accompanying him to his brother’s wedding. Well, not the wedding ceremony itself at Our Lady of the Bayou Church. She’d opted out of that since Justin would be so busy with his best man duties. But she had agreed to go with him to the reception at the Pelican Country Club, which was as highbrow as you got here on the bayou. The bride’s family was paying for the affair, and apparently they could afford it, the mother coming from old Louisiana money.