Bayou Payback. Joanna Wayne

here somewhere,” Nicole assured him, “probably surrounded by well-wishers or talking police business.”

      “No doubt.”

      She put out a hand. “I’m Nicole Smith. You look familiar. Have we met before?”

      “No. If we had, I’m sure I’d remember.”

      His hand wrapped around her much smaller one and he held it. Her pulse quickened.

      “I’m Andre,” he said, smiling and meeting her gaze before finally letting go of her. “Hope you don’t mind my saying so, but you do great things for that dress.”

      “Thank you.”

      “Do the Delacroixes always throw such lavish parties?”

      “Always.”

      He looked around. “They have the perfect mansion for it.”

      “The gardens are lovely, too,” Nicole said, “especially this time of the year. You should make time to see them.”

      His brows arched. “Is that an offer of a tour?”

      “No… . I mean…” She swallowed back a twinge of guilt and a rush of blood that made her positively light-headed. “I would offer, but I have to get back to the party.”

      “That’s a gracious brush-off.” He leaned closer and slid his hand across the railing until their fingers touched.

      Awareness sizzled.

      “I should get back to the party myself, but it was nice meeting you, Nicole.”

      “Likewise,” she murmured. She leaned on the railing and watched as he walked away, still reeling from the effect he’d had on her and faced with an undeniable truth.

      Lee Barnaby had never excited her senses like that.

      REMY WALKED BACK into the house determined to get his mind off the gorgeous redhead and back where it belonged. The woman had ignited so many sparks that he was still feeling the heat.

      But he couldn’t act on the attraction. She reminded him far too much of Carlotta, and not just her laugh. It was her hair, her eyes, her enchanting Southern drawl.

      Even if he weren’t about to jump into a blazing fire of his making, contacting her would be a mistake. And not fair to either of them, even if she were willing to see him again.

      After another ten minutes of searching, Remy spotted Lee at the far end of the ballroom. He looked much the same as he had eight years ago, except that he’d put on a few pounds and his hair had started to gray a bit at the temples. Still, he looked younger than his age, which Remy knew was somewhere in the early fifties.

      Remy cleared the few yards between them without Lee noticing him. He was seconds away from showing his face when Lee was joined by the seductive redhead.

      Lee turned and slipped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into the cluster of people who surrounded him.

      The gesture and the smile she flashed for Lee appeared overly familiar, almost intimate. Remy felt a tightening in his gut. The woman had seemed far too nice to get romantically involved with a dirty rat like Lee—even if he hadn’t been too old for her. Not that it was any of Remy’s business.

      Remy stayed out of sight, watching silently until Lee whispered something in the woman’s ear that made her smile. Then the illustrious new NOPD chief turned and walked away.

      Following quickly, Remy caught up with him just as he ducked into a small, hallway powder room.

      Without breaking stride, Remy blocked the door with his foot before it could close completely. He pushed into the tiny room with Lee, then closed and locked the door behind them.

      It was time to get reacquainted.