“Oui! I was taken aback when you delivered her message. I’d been a bad grandson. I should’ve painted her house.” A faint light twinkled in the depth of his black eyes.
“I remember,” I laughed softly.
Then the Cajun abruptly changed the direction of our light conversation. “He’s your first, yes?”
Why did he go there of all people? I answered begrudgingly, “Yes, first of everything. In the beginning, I fought my feelings. I knew he’d break my heart. I just didn’t realize the magnitude. It’s quite terrifying when your life is taken away and you’ve lost everyone you ever loved.”
His mouth curved into an unconscious smile. “I can’t imagine you afraid of anything.”
“Are you kidding!” I snorted. “I’m afraid of my own shadow. In fact, I am petrified.” I grabbed the bottle back and took a huge
