Miss Loretta dabbed the corners of her mouth with her napkin, that mischievous glint sparking in her eyes again. “Well, speakin’ of trouble,” she drawled, looking right at Del and Rae. “I bet you two dollars and a basket of hush puppies that Jeff and Nick Monroe already know y’all are back in town. Probably struttin’ around tellin’ folks they’ll be stoppin’ by for dinner later.”
Rae groaned immediately, dragging a hand down her face. “Oh no. Not those two.”
Del snorted, leaning back in her seat. “Please. If they show up, I’m eatin’ my food on the porch.”
Will raised a brow, glancing at Remi. “Who are Jeff and Nick Monroe?”
Remi sighed, smiling faintly. “Let’s just say they were the Bayou’s self-proclaimed golden boys. Thought they were God’s gift to women.”
Trey chuckled. “Sounds fami
