Page 6 of Cajuns. Love. Curves.

“Unfortunately, not. I brought you here because you were drunk at the bar. And other guys were potentially trying to take advantage of you. I wanted to keep you safe. So you're here at my place. My name is Remy Guidry.”

He stares into my face and wow, he is really handsome.

“Does my name ring a bell? You were singing it loudly on the way home last night.” He grins bigger now. “I think it was to the tune of Louie Louie. Remy Remy. Remember?”

I squeeze my eyes shut. “Oh my God, how embarrassing.”

“Nah, sugar, it was adorable. Don't worry about it.”

“Drinking at the bar,” I muse. “I mean I remember going because my sister had an issue with some of her goats. But I don't really drink. I think I ordered a mojito with my dinner.”

“Yeah, you’re a bit of a lightweight. Otherwise you might not have gotten so toasted on the small amount that you actually had. I talked to the bartender. I wanted to make sure you hadn’t been given anything.”

“Oh my God, my sister! Rory is probably worried sick. I should probably get to her house or call her.” I twist my body to try to find my phone and it’s then that I realize that I’m completely naked. I clutch the sheet to my body and whirl back around to face Remy.

“I thought you said that we didn't have sex.”

“We didn’t.”

“Then why am I naked?”

He stands from the bed then and tosses me a shirt. “You took off all your clothes. When I tried to give you a shirt to put on, you insisted you wanted to sleep naked.”

I open my mouth to argue, but he holds his hands up. “That's what you told me. You told me I could sleep naked too. But I decided that even though that is actually my preference, I would keep my boxers on. Just to be safe. I have my virtue to protect.”

I snort. “Yeah, right.” I’ve got his shirt on now which is big in my shoulders and snug across my boobs, no surprise there. “Thanks for the shirt.”

“Also, I already talked to your sister. By four this morning, she’d already called and texted. She knows where you are.”

“You spoke to her? So she thinks I just got drunk at a bar and went home with some guy?”

“I’m not sure if that’s what she assumed.” He gives me that crooked grin. “I didn’t ask her, sugar. You can of course call her if you feel like you need to. But she does know you're here with me and she knows you're safe.”

“Why exactly did you nominate yourself to be my hero for the night? Is this like your thing? You go from bar to bar trying to find women who may or may not come home with you and demand to sleep naked?”

He pulls on a pair of athletic shorts, but leaves his chest bare. “Your dad hired me to bring you safely to Houston.”

I stare at him and wait for the punchline. When he doesn’t laugh or anything else I punch the pillow next to me. “Son of a bitch.” I shoot him a glare. “Where are my clothes or can I have pants?”

He tosses me some sweatpants. “You ran through the sprinklers when we got here so your clothes are hanging in the bathroom. I didn’t know if you wanted anything put in the dryer.” He shrugs. “I have a sister and know that some things are never to be dried.”

I pull on the sweatpants, ignoring the fact that I’m going commando.Of course my father hired him. Of course that’s why I'm here with you. It's not because he thought I was cute and brought me home. Of course it's not. I don't know what I was thinking.

Then suddenly he’s standing in front of me, very close to me. He reaches out and tilts my chin up. This close his eyes are so lovely, I nearly can’t breathe.

“I would have brought you home because I thought you were cute. Fuck, I think you’re more than cute. You’re gorgeous, Ava. I was watching you dance long before I realized who you were.”

I shut my eyes. “I said all of that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Nah, sugar, I am just an excellent mind reader. It’s a skill they teach in the Navy.” He waggles his eyebrows at me. “Do you want to shower before we head to Houston or go like that?”

I glare at him. “Do you just always do what you're told? Of course you do. You're one of them. One of his soldiers.”

“Sailor, sugar. Though technically I’m a SEAL.”

“Whatever. You're all the same. You're all overbearing, controlling and bossy!”

He searches my face and I’m not sure what he’s looking for in my glare. “Ava, I don’t know what’s going on with you and your parents. I know that I was hired to keep you safe and get you to Houston by Saturday night.”

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