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deliver the girl to his father. But, shit fire, how could he leave her out on the bayou now? Walden was there and his father was batty as hell and no telling what the two of them would subject the gullible girl to. Walden was likely to traipse around naked with his cock hanging halfway down his fucking leg and his father… well, the possibilities for disaster were limitless even in a house overflowing with butlers, cooks, maids and a couple of very discreet bodyguards.
    “Get dressed, Alaina, you’re about to meet my father and if you’re very unlucky you’ll make the acquaintance of my brother as well. I’m going to lie down for half an hour, then I’ll shower and we’ll go. Hawk, I can feel your inquiring eyes boring into the back of my head, mind you r own damned business and say your goodbyes to Miss Darling. She’ll be staying on the Countess Warfield for the rest of the long hot summer.”

Chapter Four
     
    Allie was in heaven. The California girl in her soul was definitely embracing the hot southern sunshine as they drove along with the top down on William’s Maserati. The Louisiana countryside was strangely seductive, just like the man at her side. He handled the sleek Italian sports car like it was a woman he was bending to his will, shifting gears in a smooth fluid motion. Caressing the sleek wood and leather steering wheel as if he were running his hand along the smooth curve of a female hip or thigh or ass. She could not believe that she was wet and squirming just watching his practiced hands maneuver the car.
    They crossed the twenty-four mile bridge over Lake Ponchartrain and she marveled at an inland body of water so large that for eight miles no trace of land was visible. William whipped the car down a dirt and grass covered road and stopped at a gas station that was also a Cajun café. They ate catfish coated in cornmeal and red pepper flakes sliced so thin that it curled when it was fried in hot grease. It was served on sheets of brown paper with bowls of red beans and rice and Tabasco sauce on the side and they carried it outside and sat at a rusty metal table beneath a centuries-old oak tree. Skinny stray cats prowled beneath their chairs, purring and brushing against their legs until they tossed them their scraps and shooed them away.
    “So, you’re mother died?” They both said at precisely the same time and so they sat quietly surprised for a long while.
    “Yes, my mother died when I was seven,” William said, breaking the silence at last. “She and my younger brother were taken, abducted and held for ransom. My mother was given an accidental overdose of drugs.”
    “Oh. Oh God. That’s horrible, I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything,” Allie said and she reached across the table and rested her hand on top of William’s. She knew he might think it was too intimate for her to reach out to him but instead he turned his hand and curled his long fingers around hers.
    “ No, it’s alright and I asked you, too. Strange, isn’t it, that we both asked that awful question at the same time? I’m not in the habit of discussing death,” he said, and the heat of his hand holding hers and the flare of something even hotter in his eyes made Allie’s heart skip a beat.
    She wished she had the courage to lean forward and say, “ Okay, forget sadness, let’s talk about sex. Let’s talk about you showing me how it is with a real man, how good a kiss can feel in all the right places . Let’s talk about the things you make me feel that I’ve never felt before . In fact , let’s not talk, let’s get down and dirty… whatever that means .”
    “Yeah, that was strange,” Allie said forcing herself to retrieve her hand from his to brush a few strands of honey-hued hair from her face. “My mom died about a year ago, an aneurism in her brain burst. We didn’t even know it was there, she had a bad headache for a couple of days and then she collapsed. It was fast and it was a