“Thank you for protecting my girl,” she said.
The white smile he flashed was embarrassed. “It was my pleasure. Truly.”
After Hetty and Jaz left, the limo driver who’d brought Cora from Bayfront Village looked at me with eyes round and admiring, as if he were in the presence of a rock star.
He said, “I saw you on the news, that helicopter shot of you and that girl running from the house, all those policemen swarming from behind cars and houses with those big guns.”
Softly lit by a citronella candle, Cora said, “Dixie’s like Wonder Woman.”
One of the children ran to show her mother a cowrie shell, and people gathered around to look at it. Guidry’s arm slid around me and pulled me close. I saw Michael’s watchful eyes on us, hope and caution hanging in the balance.
With his lips moving against my ear, Guidry murmured, “Hey, Wonder Woman.”
My head turned, and the sounds of the party drifted away.
I started to say, “Hey, yourself,” but my lips got covered by his.
Have I mentioned that Guidry is a great kisser?
Oh, yes, he is.