In the middle of the Louisiana Bayou, a hot date turns into a catastrophic nightmare when CIA agent-in-hiding Fortune Redding runs out of blind luck and comes face to face with a killer who has a million reasons to end her life.
Bayou Valentine Clip
“So you are going out on the town tonight!” Gertie sang out her delight.
“Where’s he taking you?”
Seemed
to be the universal question. “Maybe Mudbug.”
“Mudbug?” Gertie grunted. “What does Mudbug
have that we don’t?”
“A good steakhouse for starters,” Ally
said. “Just opened on the edge of town.”
“That’s in Wasteland. No way will I eat
a steak in a place called Wasteland.”
“Don’t ruin it for her, Gertie,” said
Ally.
“Place has one traffic light and it
blinks on green all the time. The mayor recently put up one of those population
signs, right next to the “Wasteland Steakhouse—Name alone will make your
stomach growl” billboard. Who does that? And who throws good money away on a
sign that recognizes fifteen people?”
“I would if all fifteen were family
members,” Ally said.
“Maybe,” Gertie said. “Bet the mayor’s
relatives work at the steakhouse.”
“Probably,” Ally agreed. “The restaurant
is located right down from Mayor Hollowman’s farm.”
“Carter should’ve known better. I’ll
call him with some suggestions. He should take Fortune to a classier joint
and—”
“Don’t you dare!” I blurted out. “The
farm-to-table restaurant was my idea.”
Ally shot me a suspicious look. “We have
to go, Gertie. Carter will be here soon. Talk to you later. Bye.” Ally
disconnected the call and narrowed her eyes. “Okay spill.”
I hesitated. Ally wouldn’t approve of my
reasons behind the Wasteland Steakhouse suggestion.
“Fortune?”
“Okay, fine. I didn’t want anyone to see
us on our first official date. Until I know what I’m feeling for Carter, I don’t
need the locals weighing in with their opinions about ‘us’ or if there is an ‘us’ or if there is an ‘us’ what ‘we’ feel for each other. It’s too
complicated when tongues start wagging. I’m not a he-said-she-said person.”
“I get it,” she said, surprising me.
“But don’t fool yourself into believing that Carter doesn’t get it, too. He
probably would’ve taken you to Wasteland whether you’d asked or not.”
Carter and Ally were old friends so I’d
take her word for it. Then a sinking sensation made me uneasy. “Think he
doesn’t want to be seen with me?”
“I don’t think that’s it at all. In
fact, I bet Carter would be proud to take you just about anywhere.” Ally
flicked her fingers and knocked my cap sideways. “But the least you can do is put
on a dress. It’s Valentine’s night. And Cupid expects you to look presentable.”
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