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  Her eyes narrowed. “I’m sure you think so.”

  “If you would just stand still and keep your mouth shut, I’d show you.”

  Again, wrong thing to say to the woman who clearly didn’t know when he was kidding around. Of course, he did really want to show her. Not just because he really wanted her to know he was good at this, but because he really, inexplicably wanted to kiss her.

  “Gee, if my mouth is shut, how will I go on and on about what an amazing sex god you are?”

  The sarcasm was strong with this one. “Good point. You’re allowed to say the following words, Yes. More. Harder. Oh, Chase. And you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

  There was a flicker in her eyes that told him she knew he was being an ass on purpose this time.

  “You know, I think I’m going to stick with the big lizards that I know are going to bite me if I get to close rather than the…animals I’m not as sure of.”

  Animal, huh? He gave a little growl. “I’ll bite you, but only if you ask really nice.”

  She gave him a smile. The kind that he’d wanted from the beginning of all of this—genuine and just a little flirtatious.

  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  Then she slipped past him and walked away.

  * * *

  Currently…

  * * *

  Chase sighed and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

  He’d hoped to sleep in, have a huge homecooked southern breakfast, and lots of loving attention from Ellie and Cora, the grandmotherly women who’d adopted him during his two week stay in Autre, Louisiana this past summer.

  Now he was wondering where Bailey was and what she was doing and if there was a chance of running into her. Then reminding himself that he’d made an ass of himself and should be thinking all about avoiding her.

  But to avoid her, he needed to know where she was and why Owen and Josh were talking about her.

  Good thing Cora had a remedy for everything, including hangovers. As a first-year medical student, Chase knew that he should be focused on Western medicine with proven research behind it. But dammit, Cora’s cream had healed a cut on his hand in two days. Two days. And he’d used her hangover cure far more often in a two-week span than he should admit. Her homemade potions and lotions were magical. Of course, he’d deny that to any of his med school professors, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have bottles and jars with handwritten labels on them all over his apartment.

  “Shit, Maddie just texted.” That was Owen’s voice.

  Oh, God, they were coming up the stairs. Groaning, Chase leaned over and grabbed his jeans from the floor.

  “She’s running out of ways to stall Bailey.”

  Chase froze with his zipper half-way up. Bailey was with Maddie? That meant she was down at the Boys of the Bayou tour company’s office. The docks were about two hundred yards from Cora’s house, where Chase had crashed in the same bedroom he’d used a few months ago.

  The Boys of the Bayou was an airboat tour company that took people up and down the bayou as well as out on hunting and fishing expeditions. It was owned and run by the Landry boys—Josh, Owen, and Sawyer—and Kennedy Landry’s boyfriend, Bennett Baxter.

  Juliet was the last woman Chase would have imagined making a life on the bayou—what with the bugs, humidity, and alligators. Not to mention her fear of the water. But she was truly happier than he’d ever seen her and if he hadn’t loved the Landry family all on his own, the way they’d embraced Juliet and helped her blossom would have made him a die-hard fan.

  But yeah, it was very difficult not to fall for the Landrys. Every single crazy, loud, over-the-top one of them.

  “Mitch said to drag Chase’s ass out of bed for help with Bailey.”

  They were right outside his door. Chase fastened his pants, grabbed a T-shirt from his open suitcase, and reached for the knob. “I suppose y’all think you’re whispering?” he asked them, as he pulled the Georgetown University School of Medicine T-shirt on.

  “Whispering?” Owen asked with a grin. “What’s that?”

  Exactly. These people had no idea how to whisper. Not that they ever had much need. They all liked to be heard and everyone seemed to always have a lot to say and they all knew each other’s secrets anyway. Whispering wasn’t much use around here.

  “I am not going down to help stall Bailey,” Chase told them.

  “Mitch said you were the best man for the job,” Josh said. His grin said that Mitch had told them more about Chase and Bailey than that.

  “Not true,” Chase said. “She thinks I’m a dumbass. And, frankly, when I’m around her it seems that’s true.” He lifted a shoulder. “I’m not too proud to admit that. But I am too proud to have a repeat performance.”

  “We don’t need you to dazzle her with your wit and intellect. Or even seduce her,” Owen said with a grin. “I mean, if you’re not up for any of that.”

  Chase wanted to flip him off. But the truth was, he’d put his foot in his mouth more than once and she’d ducked his attempt to kiss her so…yeah, he might not be up for any of that.

  “We do need you to distract her though,” Josh said. “For like an hour. Do you think you can keep her busy for an hour?”

  One of them would possibly end up with a black eye. But Chase had to admit that the idea of seeing Bailey again had his gut tightening. He’d thought about her in the months since he’d stepped on her foot twice and she’d raked him with her nails. He still had no idea why the woman wouldn’t leave his thoughts, but hell, if she was just down the road, it wouldn’t hurt to see her, would it?

  Actually, that was bad phrasing. It really could hurt. If not physically, then certainly his ego.

  Still, he said, “How about forty-five minutes?”

  “How about you keep her busy until we have all the otters rounded up?” Josh asked.

  Chase frowned. “All the otters?” He knew about Gus, the river otter that lived under the Boys of the Bayou dock and entertained the tourists while they waited for their swamp boat tours.

  Josh nodded with a grin. “Gus has a girlfriend. And they have five pups.”

  Chase felt his eyes widen. “That’s…wow.”

  Josh chuckled. “Yeah. Tori is over the moon. And thankfully Gus likes Kennedy best, so it’s her house that he’s decided is also his. And thankfully Bennett is into all the animals and stuff about the bayou so he’s putting up with having an otter family shacking up in his back porch and using a kid’s swimming pool in the backyard.”

  “I thought Kennedy lived with Ellie,” Chase said, running a hand over his face. This family was hard to keep up with even when he was here every single day. A few months away and he was completely lost.

  “Now that she and Bennett are together, they wanted a place of their own when they’re here. So even though they spend time in Baton Rouge and here, they bought a house,” Josh said. “Of course, it’s about a block away from everyone else.” He said it with a grin.

  The Landry clan all lived in a cluster of houses that spanned only a few blocks in the little town of Autre. It would have seemed a little weird if Chase didn’t love it so damned much. Plus it was handy for them all, considering they ate each other’s food, borrowed each other’s tools, clothes, and vehicles regularly, and just generally loved being completely immersed in each other’s lives.

  Chase’s family just wasn’t like that. He and Juliet were close, but it was almost as if their older brothers were mere family friends or acquaintances. Chase knew that was part of the reason he loved the Landrys and the way they’d pulled him into their family fold immediately and effortlessly. And yeah, he didn’t want that to change at all.

  Which was why he said, “Okay, what do you need me to do with Bailey?”

  Owen waggled his eyebrows. “Whatever you want.”

  “As long as it’s away from Boys of the Bayou. And Ellie’s. And all of our houses. And maybe even Autre,” Josh said. “We’re not really supposed to have an otter
for a pet, you know? And now we’ve got seven. I mean, they kind of chose us, but Gus and Gertie have gotten really comfortable in the beds and shit Kennedy has put together for them. I’m not sure their babies are even gonna learn to fish or anything. They’re all just hanging out in the kiddie pool and eating the stuff Kennedy, Tori, and Maddie are feeding them. It’s ridiculous.”

  But Josh didn’t actually look that bothered. Probably because his fiancé, Tori, could do no wrong in his eyes and he’d move mountains for her if needed.

  “So you’re trying to keep Bailey from finding out that you have a whole bunch of supposed-to-be wild otters living the good life over at Kennedy’s?” Chase asked.

  “Yeah. And that would be easier if they were all at Kennedy’s,” Owen said. “But a couple of the pups have gotten adventurous and are missing.”

  “Yeah. One’s over here somewhere, I gather? From what I overheard through my open window while I was trying to sleep.”

  Owen clapped him on the shoulder. “It’s almost noon, sunshine. Time to rise and shine.”

  That was even funnier from Owen, who was in love and lived with Maddie, the least morning person Chase had ever met. “My booze tolerance isn’t what it was a few months ago,” Chase admitted. “Was really hoping for some grits.”

  “Yeah, you should get some grits,” Josh said, taking him by the shoulders and turning him toward the stairs. “Somewhere that’s not in Autre.”

  But Ellie’s place had the best grits and was definitely in Autre. In fact, Chase would be able to see it if he went to the window and leaned out just a bit.

  “But…”

  “And take Bailey with you.”

  “Okay, hang on.” Chase dug his heels in at the top of the steps. “If you want me to have any chance of distracting Bailey for more than thirty seconds, I’m jumping in the shower, getting some caffeine, and brushing my teeth first.” Frankly, he was a little afraid that she’d see him coming and duck around the other side of the building.

  Owen and Josh grinned.

  “You sure that’s enough?” Josh asked.

  “No,” Chase said honestly. “But bedhead and morning breath sure won’t help.”

  “Fair enough,” Owen said. “I’ll make the coffee and Josh will run over for grits.”

  “What about the otters?”

  “You better shower fast.”

  3

  “So you actually helped with the tagging?”

  Bailey smiled at Maddie Allain’s clear horror at the idea of being close enough to an alligator to tag it.

  “I did. It’s quick and painless. As long as we can get their jaws clamped shut for a couple of minutes, it’s done and over fast.”

  “I hate alligators,” Maddie said. “I can’t even express to you how much I hate alligators.”

  “They’re a very important part of the eco—”

  “Yeah, yeah.” Maddie waved that away. “Big, stupid, ugly dinosaur leftovers.”

  Bailey smiled. Actually, they were all of that. Except maybe stupid. You didn’t get to be eight million years old by not being at least adaptable. “So, since no one’s really around right now, maybe I’ll head up to Ellie’s for some lunch.”

  Maddie’s eyes got wide and she straightened. “Oh, um, I was going to ask you about…turtles.”

  Bailey lifted an eyebrow. This was entertaining. As it had been for about a half hour now. Clearly the Landrys were hiding something and Maddie was in charge of stalling Bailey so she wouldn’t find out what. Kennedy had been in charge of the first fifteen minutes of distracting Bailey, but when whatever was going on dragged on past the quarter hour mark, she’d headed out to check on “something” and Maddie had come in to take over.

  Bailey had been down here a few months ago, looking into a report of a rabid river otter. It had been a random report from someone who’d been a tourist down here and had overheard Maddie tell someone that the river otter that lived under the dock was rabid. Bailey had volunteered to follow up on it, not because she was that concerned—it was uncommon for otters to be rabid and she knew the Landrys’ reputation and knew they’d never put any of their guests at risk—but because she’d hoped to bump into Chase Dawson.

  Which had been completely stupid. The first time she’d spoken to the guy, he’d followed her on her way out to her car and she’d been completely prepared to gouge his eyes out with her car keys if that had become necessary. The second time she’d practically head-butted him when trying to kiss him. That had been mortifying. He’d also been…clumsy. Not just physically, stomping on her foot twice, but also verbally. He’d insinuated that she was a nerd. He’d clearly thought her work with alligators and interest in frogs was weird. He’d offered her money randomly out of the blue. She had no idea what to think of him. But she hadn’t been able to forget him.

  So she’d come down to Autre to… she wasn’t sure. To see if he was always that strange? To see if daylight made either of them less awkward? To show him that she might be nerdy but she was also serious about her job? She wasn’t sure. And it hadn’t mattered because he’d been gone. He’d left to go to medical school at Georgetown.

  Yeah, she hadn’t been expecting that.

  She’d then been unable to help but do some Googling. It turned out that Chase Dawson really was rich. Or his father was, anyway. He was from a very prominent Virginia family. Now she wanted to know all about what had brought him to Louisiana, even though it had been, obviously, short term.

  It made no sense to her, but Bailey was fascinated by Chase and was hoping to see him again.

  After their awkward encounter in the bar in August, she’d had every intention of forgetting about him. He was clearly a playboy, they obviously had nothing in common, and it wasn’t like she could claim that she couldn’t get over his kissing or something. They hadn’t even actually kissed. So why couldn’t she stop thinking about him?

  But she couldn’t.

  Maybe she was here to figure out what that was really about. That made some sense. She was a scientist. She liked figuring things out. Especially anomalies. And Chase Dawson was definitely an anomaly in her life.

  That had to be it. That’s why she was here hoping to see him again.

  Georgetown was out for Christmas break and since Juliet was now living here in Autre, Bailey had taken a chance that Chase would be here for at least part of his break.

  She hadn’t realized that the Landrys considered her a bit of a threat.

  She should have. The last time she’d been here looking into the rabid otter thing, she’d found out that Tori Kramer, Josh Landry’s girlfriend and a veterinarian, was rehabilitating a bald eagle and a gray wolf. Who had pups. Both were endangered animals and were not to be kept domestically. Of course. It was complicated because both were injured and Tori had actually been doing a fabulous job of caring for them and had insisted that she intended to re-release them when they were ready.

  Bailey had given her the benefit of the doubt. But she’d also had to issue a warning. She couldn’t shirk all her responsibilities just because she’d actually shown up hoping to see Chase.

  And now they all thought she was keeping tabs on them and showing up just to monitor things.

  It was a good cover, if she didn’t want them to know about her stupid crush on Chase, but she didn’t love that they were wary of her.

  It was obvious that they were now up to something—likely hiding some animal that they didn’t want Bailey to know they were taking care of—but Maddie was running out of excuses.

  “What about turtles?” Bailey asked.

  Maddie cleared her throat, her wheels clearly spinning. “Um, are there any endangered turtles in Louisiana?”

  Baily fought a smile. “There are,” she said seriously. And it was serious. The turtles were actually endangered. But she didn’t think that Maddie was really dying to know all about them. “A few, actually.”

  Maddie frowned. “Really? That’s too bad.”

  Okay, maybe
she could convert Maddie into a turtle ally. “Sea turtles are—”

  “”I thought donating to the alligators was the way to your heart. You mean it was sea turtles all along?”

  Bailey felt a shiver dance down her spine at the sound of the male voice behind her.

  Chase Dawson was here.

  She was stupidly happy to have been right about him visiting.

  She watched Maddie’s mouth curl into a smile. A seemingly knowing smile. What did she know?

  “Hey, Chase,” Maddie greeted.

  “Hey, Mad,” he said. “But seriously, don’t let her get you all caught up. She got me all excited…about alligators…and then sent my donation back to me. Without so much as a note.”

  Bailey swallowed hard. He hadn’t really paused before ‘about alligators’ as if insinuating he’d actually been excited about something else. She’d heard that wrong. Dammit, what was with this guy’s effect on her? She’d come down here to see him. Or at least hoping to run into him. And now she had this weird urge to just run. Away. There was a door on the other side of the office that led out to the docks as well.

  But she made herself turn.

  Which was a huge mistake.

  She couldn’t get him out of her head. It made no sense. His attempts at flirting had been awkward and her attempt to kiss him had been horrible.

  But damn.

  He was even better looking now than he had been in August.

  How was that possible? Maybe the lighting in here was better than at the bar. Maybe she knew he wasn’t a stalker this time.

  Maybe she’d missed him.

  That’s kind of how it felt, but how was that possible?

  Could you miss someone you barely knew? That didn’t seem like a real thing. But she had no idea how else to describe what she was feeling.

  Besides really happy to see him.

  And horny.

  Bailey sighed.

  “I told you that I didn’t want your money,” Bailey said.

  Chase nodded. “You did. But I’m not a very good listener.”