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excused, wincing in pain as War probed. He looked hard at her. Was she being a smartass? “I'm always getting hurt, and Renaud's known me a long time. He's like a brother to me. He looks after me.” She said this on an indrawn breath. He continued to touch the deep purple and pink bruises on her shoulder.
    “Stop poking her, Oncle!” Renaud snapped, placing a napkin filled with crushed ice against the worst of the bruises.
    War was taken aback. Where was his aloof nephew? Who was this boy?
    After a minute or two of Renaud's ministrations, Lorelei spoke softly to him. He had stepped back, but was unwilling to move away from her.
    “Renaud, I think it's much better now.” She gave him a sweet smile. He smiled back, his face turning red.
    “I did it again, huh?” He ducked his head, embarrassed. “I overreacted, didn't I?"
    “Yeah, you did, just a little,” she chuckled at him.
    War silently stepped closer.
    Lorelei gave Renaud a little hug. “And I love you for it,” she told him, kissing his chin. “Why don't you go visit with some of your friends? I'll find a seat and listen to the music, okay?” she encouraged him. He looked divided.
    War couldn't believe this. Renaud had never shown the slightest interest in anyone's well-being or safety before. The young man usually even disregarded his own comfort.
    “I swear I'll do a better job of protecting the lady from predatory females, son.” War assured him. “Maybe she'll come for a little walk outside.” Renaud inspected his uncle's face as if searching for a flaw. War chuckled. “I'll treat her like spun glass. Now go on!"
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    Chapter 6
    Renaud looked from one to the other. He pulled on the chain around his neck and let go. “Don't go near the door alone, Boo,” he told her very, very softly. She nodded almost imperceptibly. Renaud slowly moved away.
    “Walk with me, chéri ?” War rumbled, guiding her through the door. “Tell me why Renaud was so worried about you being near the door all alone, chéri, ” he ordered.
    He had led her out away from the building. Their forms could be seen but they were partially hidden by trees and shrubbery.
    “Why he didn't want me out the door by myself?” she repeated, obviously playing for time. He stepped in front of her and looked down at her face.
    “ Oui, chéri . By yourself. Out the door. Hmmm?” He couldn't help himself. He moved his hands up and down her delicate body. One hand pressed against the small of her back moving her into him. He softly kissed her bruised shoulder. His other wayward hand kept straying to the hem of her dress. It was as if his hand had a mind of its own.
    “Maybe Renaud doesn't want me to fall in a bog?” she ventured. She sounded a little breathless.
    “Sugar baby, I don't want you to fall in any bog neither. Just there ain't no bogs in Louisiana.” He leaned down and licked the sensitive place behind her ear. When that caused an indrawn breath he licked the outside shell of her ear. “Plenty of swamp though,” he conceded, nibbling on her neck.
    “Oh, maybe you shouldn't do that,” she sighed. He could smell her growing arousal.
    “Mmmm, what if I do this, then?” he growled covering her lips with his. He moved his wandering hand up her thigh at exactly that same time until it found the warm spot between her legs. Her gasp allowed his tongue to pillage her mouth at will.
    He slipped his finger under the elastic at her inner thigh and stroked her dripping labia. She began to make little mewling sounds as he moved another finger under her panties and inserted one inside her. She was wet with arousal and clearly had little experience with it.
    He rubbed his erection against her thigh and kissed her hungrily. One of his questing fingers moved in and out of her, and he brought his other hand around to rub her clit. She was so small and thin he could hold her against him and still reach under her.
    “Come for me, baby,” he whispered urgently against her mouth.