Deja Voodoo (A Cajun Magic Novel) (Entangled Suspense) by Elle James Read Free Book Online Page A

“If you’ll excuse me, there’s a largemouth bass with my name on it out there.”
    The man scratched his head. “You shore ’bout dat?”
    Ed shook his head. The man was a few fries short of a Happy Meal. “Just a saying. Nice talking with you.” He dropped into his seat and shut the door before Theo could say another word. With a wave, he backed out of the parking space and headed back to Bayou Miste, praying Mr. Ledet wasn’t going to show up for dinner at the Boyettes’ that night. Dinner with eighteen kids and their boyfriends would be like eating at a school cafeteria, with all the noise and food fights he’d found annoying when he was a kid himself. He wondered if he could bow out of the invitation without incurring another visit from Dolley and Madison of the perpetually synchronized variety of twins.
    …
    “How’d it go today?” Alex called out as she strode into her house. Exhausted from leading two aerobics sessions and one kickboxing and one black-belt karate class, she’d done nothing but worry about what was going on back at her house with Sport and Calliope. Thank God, it was Calliope’s day off from her job at the Raccoon Saloon. Alex wouldn’t have known what to do with Sport while she ran her business in Morgan City. Her sister Harry helped out at the gym, but she had her own classes to lead and the bookkeeping to attend.
    “We’re in the kitchen,” Calliope called out.
    Before she could set her purse on the hall table, the man she’d chased through town that morning burst through the doorway to the kitchen and ran full-out at her.
    Alex backed away, her hands held up. “Whoa! Down, Sport.”
    Unfortunately, Sport had never learned any manners, and he hit her square on, planting his hands on her shoulders.
    She bumped against the door and squinched her eyes shut as Sport licked her cheeks, his entire body shaking.
    “ Ew ! Stop.” She braced her hands on his shoulders and pushed him away. “Damn it, stop!”
    Calliope laughed. “We’ll have to work on that.” She leaned against the wall, smiling. “He catches on quickly, if you work with him.”
    “I’m sure.” When Alex had Sport at arm’s length, she scrubbed a hand across her wet face and looked at her dog…er, man.
    He wore baggy jeans, cinched at the waist with a thick black belt, an equally baggy shirt half-tucked into the jeans, and nothing on his feet.
    “Where’d you find the clothes?”
    “In a bag marked ‘dirtbag’ in the hall closet.” Calliope grinned. “I assumed they were some of Theo’s.”
    She nodded. “Yeah, I meant to give them back weeks ago, but I didn’t want to get into another argument with him. I can’t believe I went out with him in the first place. What was I thinking?”
    “You were drunk and thinking you hadn’t been laid in a year.”
    Alex’s lips twisted. “Thanks for the reminder. He wasn’t even that good.”
    “So why’d you dump him?”
    “What do you mean?” Alex glared. “We weren’t exactly going together.”
    “He thinks you were.”
    “One night in the sack and he thought we were practically married. I mean, really. He left extra clothes at my house like he was moving in. After one night .” She pulled the ponytail out of her hair and ran her fingers through the curls. “Shit, I’ll never, ever get that drunk again.” She reached up and pushed a hank of hair out of Sport’s eyes and got her hand licked for the effort. “No.”
    Sport frowned, his shoulders sagging.
    “Your mom called to remind you about dinner tonight,” Calliope said.
    Alex rolled her eyes. “You told her we couldn’t make it, right?”
    “She wouldn’t hear of it. Said she had a surprise for you.”
    With a groan, Alex flopped onto the recliner in the living room, extending the leg rest to raise her aching feet. “I’m too tired to deal with family tonight. Besides, what are we going to do with Sport? We can’t leave him alone until we find a way to undo the spell.”
    “Any