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every word, though she hadn't intended to embarrass him. She admired him.
"When he went in the Navy, it's the handle they gave him." Remy leaned in conspiratorially toward Sarah. "Don't tell him I said this, but I admire the hell outta him too."
"Shut it, jerk." Ranger reached across the table, aiming a fake blow toward Remy's head, which he dodged.
"Hey!"
She loved the playfulness between the two men, so at ease with each other. They reminded her of the way Anna would tease her, and blinked back tears.
# # # # # #
Ranger caught the smile on Sarah's face, and felt a warmth in his chest. Her whole face lit up when she laughed.
The text tone on his phone beeped, and he pulled it out, swiping across the screen.
It was from his dad.
Got back an hour ago. In town now asking around. Head out to the house when you can. Will let you know what I found out.
Which meant his daddy already uncovered something he'd missed. He shook his head. Nothing the man did surprised him anymore. Sometimes he wondered exactly what his father did at the end of the Vietnam War. There were a few years Gator refused to talk about—not even to his family.
"Looks like Gator's back. Wants us to meet him at his place." He held out his hand to Sarah. "You ready to go?"
"Absolutely." She placed her hand in his, turning toward Remy. "It was very nice meeting you, Remy. Thank you for helping look for Anna."
Remy stood. "I'll let you know if I hear anything, and I'll stay on top of the guys to keep their eyes peeled. Ranger, let me know if Gator hears anything."
"Will do."
Stepping out into the bright sunshine, Ranger pulled out a pair of mirrored sunglasses and slid them on. He wasn't surprised when Sarah did the same.
"Fastest way to the house is by water. You mind riding in a boat?"
"I'd love a boat ride. I can't wait to see the real heart of Louisiana, from the water."
"It's a short walk to the dock where my boat's tied off."
He placed his hand on the small of her back, and they headed down Decatur Street. Excitement zinged through his blood. He wouldn't mind showing Sarah the real New Orleans, the city he loved and wanted to share with her—the sights, and sounds, and smells that made her the jewel of the Mississippi.
But first, they had to make a trip to Gator's house, or as Ranger liked to call it—home.
CHAPTER NINE
Gator Boudreau stood erect, like a sentry standing guard, at the end of the wooden dock. Ranger steered his boat up alongside, and tossed the rope to his dad to tie it off. He couldn't explain why he'd wanted Sarah to come out to the old family home to meet his father. They could just as easily have met up in town, yet he'd wanted her to have this glimpse into his past. See the land and the bayou the way he remembered it, and loved it to this day. A lot of things had changed in his life, but the swamps and its denizens remained the same.
"You made good time, boy." Gator stuck out a hand and helped Sarah clamor out of the boat. His father raised a brow at her shirt as he glanced back at him. Ranger grinned, ducking his head so his daddy couldn't see his eyes, knowing he recognized it as his. It was one of his favorites that he wore a lot.
"Ms. Sloane, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Mr. Boudreau," Sarah stuck out her hand and Gator ignored it, instead pulling her forward into a brief hug. Her hands slid around him for a brief moment, before his daddy let her go.
That's weird. Daddy ain't much into hugging strangers, especially women. Wonder what brought that on?
"None of that Mr. Boudreau nonsense, honey. You call me Gator. Let's head on inside. I made up some sweet tea." Gator looped Sarah's hand through his arm, giving it a quick pat, and Ranger rolled his eyes, walking behind them. He wasn't sure what his daddy was up to, but it had the hairs on the back of his neck standing at attention.
"When he went in the Navy, it's the handle they gave him." Remy leaned in conspiratorially toward Sarah. "Don't tell him I said this, but I admire the hell outta him too."
"Shut it, jerk." Ranger reached across the table, aiming a fake blow toward Remy's head, which he dodged.
"Hey!"
She loved the playfulness between the two men, so at ease with each other. They reminded her of the way Anna would tease her, and blinked back tears.
# # # # # #
Ranger caught the smile on Sarah's face, and felt a warmth in his chest. Her whole face lit up when she laughed.
The text tone on his phone beeped, and he pulled it out, swiping across the screen.
It was from his dad.
Got back an hour ago. In town now asking around. Head out to the house when you can. Will let you know what I found out.
Which meant his daddy already uncovered something he'd missed. He shook his head. Nothing the man did surprised him anymore. Sometimes he wondered exactly what his father did at the end of the Vietnam War. There were a few years Gator refused to talk about—not even to his family.
"Looks like Gator's back. Wants us to meet him at his place." He held out his hand to Sarah. "You ready to go?"
"Absolutely." She placed her hand in his, turning toward Remy. "It was very nice meeting you, Remy. Thank you for helping look for Anna."
Remy stood. "I'll let you know if I hear anything, and I'll stay on top of the guys to keep their eyes peeled. Ranger, let me know if Gator hears anything."
"Will do."
Stepping out into the bright sunshine, Ranger pulled out a pair of mirrored sunglasses and slid them on. He wasn't surprised when Sarah did the same.
"Fastest way to the house is by water. You mind riding in a boat?"
"I'd love a boat ride. I can't wait to see the real heart of Louisiana, from the water."
"It's a short walk to the dock where my boat's tied off."
He placed his hand on the small of her back, and they headed down Decatur Street. Excitement zinged through his blood. He wouldn't mind showing Sarah the real New Orleans, the city he loved and wanted to share with her—the sights, and sounds, and smells that made her the jewel of the Mississippi.
But first, they had to make a trip to Gator's house, or as Ranger liked to call it—home.
CHAPTER NINE
Gator Boudreau stood erect, like a sentry standing guard, at the end of the wooden dock. Ranger steered his boat up alongside, and tossed the rope to his dad to tie it off. He couldn't explain why he'd wanted Sarah to come out to the old family home to meet his father. They could just as easily have met up in town, yet he'd wanted her to have this glimpse into his past. See the land and the bayou the way he remembered it, and loved it to this day. A lot of things had changed in his life, but the swamps and its denizens remained the same.
"You made good time, boy." Gator stuck out a hand and helped Sarah clamor out of the boat. His father raised a brow at her shirt as he glanced back at him. Ranger grinned, ducking his head so his daddy couldn't see his eyes, knowing he recognized it as his. It was one of his favorites that he wore a lot.
"Ms. Sloane, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Mr. Boudreau," Sarah stuck out her hand and Gator ignored it, instead pulling her forward into a brief hug. Her hands slid around him for a brief moment, before his daddy let her go.
That's weird. Daddy ain't much into hugging strangers, especially women. Wonder what brought that on?
"None of that Mr. Boudreau nonsense, honey. You call me Gator. Let's head on inside. I made up some sweet tea." Gator looped Sarah's hand through his arm, giving it a quick pat, and Ranger rolled his eyes, walking behind them. He wasn't sure what his daddy was up to, but it had the hairs on the back of his neck standing at attention.
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