Page 54 of The Cajun Doctor

“It’s hell losing control, isn’t it?”

“You would know, wouldn’t you? Isn’t that why you quit medicine?”

That was a low blow. And way too close to the truth. He put up his hands in surrender. “Give me a break. I’ll look at her.”

She nodded reluctantly. “Sorry. I have this thing about doctors.”

No kidding! “That’s okay. I have a thing about spoiled rich girls.”

She was about to argue with him, he could tell, but clamped her mouth shut.

“I still can’t wrap my mind around . . . do you believe all this stuff about mafias and baby selling?”

“I have to. Angus is pretty convincing. Plus, I’ve already had an alarming voice mail from Nick.”

“I don’t suppose . . . that car parked out on the street,” he mused aloud. “Could it be your ex?”

“No, he’d come right in.”

“What then? Oh, no! Surely it’s not some gangsters watching your house.”

“I wondered the same thing.”

“Samantha! You need to call the police! Right now!”

Chapter Twelve

When the mob knocks, don’t answer . . .

“I can’t call the police,” Samantha told him. “They’ll arrest Angus, and Lily Beth might be in danger from Nick. It’s time that we need, time to figure out a solution.”

“What’s with this ‘we’ business?” He already felt the walls closing in on him. He was being pulled into something that should have him running for the hills.

“Can’t you locate your brother?”

As if Aaron is the answer! “I wish! He goes somewhere almost every night, and comes back just before dawn.”

“A married woman,” she surmised.

He shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Well, if it is a married woman, Tante Lulu will have a bird. Believe me, she eventually hears about everything on the bayou.”

“That’s for sure. She’d be signing him up for a novena at Our Lady of the Bayou.” He shrugged then. “I would have guessed he had something going on with our neighbor, Delilah, the alligator farmer, but he only met her recently, and this affair, or whatever it is, has been going on for more than a year. Well, it’s his business.” He shrugged again.

“Can you bring him here when he gets back?”

“You ask a lot,” he remarked.

“I know,” she said.

And yet you still ask.

Me! Your least favorite person in the world! Probably holding your nose as you do.

There has to be a way to capitalize on that.

No, no, no. I do not want to capitalize, or anything else, with her.