Boudreaux 01 Easy Love (23 page)

“No,” I reply without hesitation. Van sighs.

“Okay, stubborn ass, I know exactly what you should do.”

***

Her head is bent over her desk as she reads through what look like financial reports. She doesn’t even see me as I lean against the doorjamb, watching her work. It’s early evening, at least two hours past the time that the last person left for the day.

I do believe I’ve met my match in the workaholic department.

“I see you,” she murmurs without looking up. Is it any wonder that I’m crazy about her?

“It’s time to go,
cher
.”

“I have a few more things before the weekend.”

“Kate, it’s almost eight on a Friday evening. It’s the weekend.”

“I’m almost done.”

I cross to her desk and tip her head back with my finger under her chin. “Shut it down. I have a surprise for you.”

Her eyes flare in happiness. “You do?”

“Yes.”

She begins plunging her hands in my pockets, patting me down. “Where is it?”

“This is a new side to you.”

“I love surprises.”
 

So noted.

“What is this?” She pulls the half-dollar out of my pocket and gazes at it. “Does this say 1860?”

“It does. Dad gave it to me when I was just out of college. He used to carry two of them. He gave the other to Beau.”

“What does it mean?”

Smart girl
. “They were handed down from my great-grandfather as the first measurable profit from the company. And Dad said that it was to remind us that every penny we make is important, whether it be fifty cents, or fifty million dollars.”

“I like that.” She replaces the coin in my pocket and keeps searching. “I can’t find my surprise.”

“Well, we have to go to it. I don’t have it on me.”

“Oh.” She pouts, but then stands and launches herself into my arms. “Thank you.”

“You don’t even know what it is.”

“It doesn’t matter. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Let’s go.”

She locks her desk and gathers her things, and then frowns as I escort her down the hall.

“You know, you shouldn’t come down to my office.”

“Everyone is gone, Kate. We’re the only ones here.”

“Still.” She sniffs as she steps into the elevator, then does a little happy dance. “What’s the surprise?”

“I’m not telling,” I reply with a laugh and tug on a piece of her hair.

“Can I guess? Is it…?” She bites her lip as she thinks. “Is it a show?”

“No.”

“Is it…Dinner?”

“No.” I pull her in for a hug and kiss her head. “Stop trying. You’ll never guess.”

“Give me a hint.”

“You must be impossible to live with at Christmas.”

She simply grins and climbs into the car, a bundle of nerves the entire drive through town.
 

“We’re leaving town?”

“We’re not going far.”

“You’re a good surprise giver.”

I laugh and glance over at her where she’s watching me with happy eyes. “Is that such a thing?”

“Yes.”

I pull into the parking garage at the airport, and Kate watches me with shocked curiosity. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

“But, I didn’t pack a bag! I don’t even have a toothbrush, since I took my spare out of my purse—”

I yank her to me and kiss the fuck out of her, just to shut her up, then lead her into the baggage claim area. I watch as her eyes skim over the people waiting for their bags, and when they land on a familiar face, she smiles and runs to her friend.

“Oh, my God! What are you doing here?”

The tall, dark man who was speaking with Kate’s friend steps away, gathers his own bag, and waves at Lila as he walks away.

“Eli! This is Lila,” Kate announces, as she and the dark-haired, beautiful woman turn to me.
 

“I know,” I reply with a grin and shake Lila’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you in person.”

“Likewise.”

“Wait. Why didn’t I know that you were coming?” Kate asks Lila, as they lead me back into the parking garage. I’m happy to bring up the rear with Lila’s small suitcase in tow.

“Well, I was going to come down in a few weeks for a job interview anyway, and then Eli called and asked if I’d like to come see you, and
hello
! Of course I did! So, I called and had my interview moved to Monday, and here I am.”

Suddenly, Kate launches herself into my arms and hugs me tight. “Thank you,” she whispers into my ear.

“My pleasure,
cher
.”

“First things first,” Kate says, after we all get settled in the car. She and Lila are sharing the back, so they can talk without one of them craning their neck to see the other. “Who was that tall drink of water you were chatting with at the baggage claim?”

“Noticed that, did you?” Lila asks with a laugh.
 

“Um, hello, he was
hot.
”

I growl as I catch Kate’s eye in the rear-view.

“Did he just growl?” Lila asks with a laugh.

“He does that,” Kate says. “Spill it.”

“All I know is, his name is Asher, and he’s in town for some work thing.” She shrugs. “That’s it.”

“You didn’t get his number?”

“No.”

“Did he get yours?”

“No.”

“What is wrong with you?”

Lila laughs and kisses Kate’s cheek. “Let’s talk about you. How are you?”

“I’m good.”

There’s a moment of quiet. “I believe you,” Lila finally replies.

“You really didn’t get his number?” The girls bust up laughing, and it makes me smile to hear Kate so happy. So carefree.
 

I plan to keep her that way.

“I think this calls for girls’ night out tomorrow night,” Kate says suddenly. “I’ll call Van, Gabby, and Charly, and we’ll hit the town.”

“Excellent idea! I haven’t seen them in forever.”

“Do you know my sisters?” I ask.

“Yep, I met them a few times when we were all visiting Kate at college. This is gonna be epic.”

“So fun,” Kate agrees. “We’ll start at Café Amalie and flirt with Joe.”

“Who’s Joe?” Lila asks as I growl again.

“My favorite waiter.”

“Is he hot?” Lila asks.

“So hot,” Kate answers, and I grip the steering wheel tighter.

“I’m so in,” Lila replies.

Chapter Sixteen

Kate

“Can I borrow these earrings?” Lila asks, holding my silver chandelier earrings up to her lobes and looking in the mirror to my right. “They go with my shoes.”

“Your shoes?” I chuckle and look down, and sure enough, she’s right. “You’re going to have a hard time walking in the Quarter in those heels. Trust me.”

“It’s GNO,” she says with a shrug. “I’ll be fine. I’ll kick them off and dance barefoot at the bar.”

“Ew. You won’t want to do that on Bourbon.”

“Are you saying the French Quarter is unsanitary?”

“At night it is¸” I confirm, and smooth lip gloss on my lips. I step back and take stock. My hair is down, and thanks to the products Charly recommended, it hangs in pretty waves past my shoulders. Makeup is done, bolder than usual, because hello, girls’ night. “Is this dress okay?”

Lila examines me thoughtfully, then nods. “The color matches your eyes, which I kind of hate you for, because I can’t wear green, and it shows off your boobs. Excellent choice.”

“Right on.” Lila is gorgeous, as usual, in a one-shoulder little black dress and strappy silver heels. Her black hair is also down, straight and sleek. Makeup put together.

She’s always put together.

“You look awesome,” I say, and offer her a fist to bump.
 

“We’re hot bitches,” she agrees, just as the front door opens and Charly yells, “We’re here!”

“It was a good idea to meet here,” Gabby says, and holds a bottle of liquor up. “We’ll have shots before we leave.”

“Why do I feel like I’m back in college?” Van asks and hugs Lila tight, still careful of her shoulder. “Hi, sugar.”

“Hello, friend.”
 

“You all look amazing,” I announce and find shot glasses. Charly pours us each a shot of Patron.

“Should Van be drinking with pain meds?” Gabby asks.

“I haven’t taken a pain med in a week,” she says with a roll of the eyes. “But maybe I should try it. It could be fun.”

“Hey, Karen used to swirl her meds in her martini for a reason on
Will & Grace
,” Lila reminds us.

“Bingo,” Van agrees with a laugh, and we all take a shot, then another.

“Are we ready to go?” I ask. “We have a reservation at Café Amalie in fifteen minutes.”

“Let’s go wreak havoc on the streets of New Orleans, ladies,” Charly says, and leads us out the door and to the sidewalk. “Lila, honey, those shoes are gonna be a bitch when you’re drunk and walking through the Quarter.”

“Told you,” I say and smirk.

“They’re pretty,” Lila says.

“Oh, they are that,” Charly agrees. “Trust me, I know good shoes. But you’ll need to be careful.”

“I’ll hold onto you,” I tell Lila, and loop my arm through hers.

“Oh, good, we’ll both be on our asses,” she laughs.

“Are you saying I’m clumsy?”

“Yes,” they all say at once, making me laugh. The walk to Café Amalie is short, and we’re seated quickly.

“Ladies,” hot waiter Joe says, as he approaches the table. “Welcome.”

“Hi, Joe,” I say with a smile. “Ladies, this is Joe.”

“Well, hello, Joe,” Charly says, blatantly looking Joe up and down. “You’re delicious.”

“As is the food,” Joe says without missing a beat, and I mentally high-five him.

“You’re going to get along with us just fine,” Gabby says with a laugh.
 

“What can I bring you to drink?” he asks, and lays his hand on my shoulder.

His very big, very firm hand.

“Lemon drop?” he asks with a wink.

“I really love you, Joe.” He laughs and takes all of our drink orders, and when he’s gone, Charly lets out a low whistle.

“Dear, sweet God, the things I could teach that man.”

“I don’t know, I think Joe looks like he already knows his way around a woman,” Lila says, and watches Joe unabashedly at the bar.
 

“He’s good with his hands,” I agree.
 

“He touched your
shoulder
,” Van reminds me with a grin.

“Exactly. And that woke my girl parts up, so there you have it.”

Joe delivers our drinks, and Gabby keeps craning her neck to see the iron entrance.
 

“Who are you looking for?” I ask.

“Cindy is going to join us, but she didn’t know if she’d be able to make it here, or if she’d meet up with us later for dancing.”
 

“So, who is this Cindy?” I ask and glance toward the bar, just in time to see a woman walking away toward the rest room. I’d swear it was Hilary from work, but she’s gone before I can tell for sure. “I remember you mentioned her before.”

“She’s been a friend of mine for a long time,” Gabby says, and smiles at Joe as he sets her mojito in front of her. “You’ll like her. She’s fun.”

“Are you having dinner tonight, ladies?” Joe asks.

“Maybe just appetizers?” Charly asks.

“I don’t know, we’re going to be drinking. A lot,” I remind her. I glance back toward the bar, hoping to see the woman again, but she’s not there. I must have been mistaken.

“May I suggest then that you put something on your stomachs?” Joe asks seriously.
 

“I’m starving, so yes,” Lila says, and orders her entrée. The rest of us follow suit, then clink glasses when Joe leaves. “These drinks are strong!”

“I know. I’m only allowed to have one,” I reply. Dinner is full of laughs, awesome food, and lots of flirting with Joe, who takes it all in stride. When it’s time to leave, night has fallen over New Orleans. The air has cooled comfortably, and the walk over to Bourbon Street is lovely. We find a fun club with a DJ, claim a large table, and settle in for a night of dancing and laughter.

And lots of drinks.

“To good friends and shenanigans!” Charly announces, as we all hold our drinks in the air and take a sip. “Let’s dance!”

Gabby and Lila join her, just as a beautiful young woman approaches the table. Gabby hugs her, tosses her purse on the chair next to mine, and pulls her with them to the floor.

“That must be Cindy,” I say to Van, as we watch the girls dance on the mostly empty dance floor.