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“I have Alphé right now and he’s pretty hot.”
“This guy is hotter,” Maggie said, laughing.
Only hesitating for a second, Katrina looked at her sidelong. “What’s his name?”
“Luke Esprit. How’s that for a bayou name?” Maggie replied.
“Maybe we need to call some of our friends in Pensacola and start a dating service here.”
“We’d make a fortune,” Maggie said. “Anyway, come by tomorrow. He’ll be at Bayou Cottage along with a few other hunks, I mean men, working on the barn.”
“I’ll be there. It’s nearly lunchtime. Are you hungry?”
“Starved,” Maggie said. “What do you have in mind?”
“Frankly, I’m sick of the restaurants around here. Let’s take a little ride out of town.”
“How do you know where to go?”
“I have to drive up to Saint John’s Parish for work,” Katrina said. “I’m learning where all the spots are.”
“Let’s go. I’m ready for an adventure.”
They left the cottage that was just on the cusp of being ramshackle. Maggie glanced over her shoulder as they walked to Katrina’s car.
“You know, my place was worse than this and people had been living in it.”
“Maggie, you did an amazing job fixing up Bayou Cottage all by yourself. I’m so impressed.”
“Justin wants to do a bunkhouse in the attic. I might let him, after hearing what you have planned.”
“Yes, well, I’m calling Luke Esprit ASAP.” They high-fived again, laughing.
Rolling down the windows, Katrina put the radio on. Tears for Fears “Everyone Wants to Rule the World” played, and they were silent, old high school memories flooding over both women, the song making them regress to childhood.
“This song was an oldie when we were born,” Katrina said.
“Ha! I know but it’s a classic. I remember you making out with Fred Gaynor in the back of my father’s convertible on our way to the beach when this played.”
“Maggie, you’re so full of shit,” she said, howling.
“Not me! I might even have a picture of you two on the beach, rolling around on a blanket.”
Katrina had tears streaming down her face she was laughing so hard.
“Promise me not to bring the photo out at your next party.”
The bayou slowly receded as the area first became more suburban and then more urban.
“Ooh, I want to try that place,” Katrina said, turning her turn signal on and zipping into the parking lot of a chain restaurant. “I see their ads on TV when I’m forced to watchDeadliest Catchwith Alphé.”
“He doesn’t make you watch that, does he?”
“Yes! He probably fantasizes that they’re going to invite him to have his own show.”
She pulled into a parking spot and they got out, laughing, unaware of the looks they were getting, two beautiful, young women, one raven-haired, voluptuous, animated, while her willowy, redheaded companion listened to her, gesturing and laughing when Maggie made one of her frequent sarcastic cracks.
“You know, you complain about Justin, but you’re just as bad as he is with the smart-ass comments,” Katrina said.
