light brown hair that didn’t even look like it had been straightened. I could hardly finish my fourth piece of chicken for staring at her. We get to the cold banana pudding and I say, ‘Miss Min-tay, would you like to take a drive in the country in my Cadillac Escalade, see some of the town?’ She says no. Got an early clinic in the morning and wants to get some rest. ‘Maybe some other time.’”
“How many times have you taken her out since then?” Stevie asked sliding on to a bench next to Connor. Riley automatically put an arm around her shoulders. Joe Dean glared.
“None, not once. Dr. Green does not impress easily, but I think I’m making some headway. I been driving the elderly who have no transportation over to her clinic. Then, I have to wait around to take them back. I get in a few words. She can’t help but notice what a good guy I am. I mean, some of them old folks is real nasty. I think one of them peed on my car seat. But, I’m gonna make my mama proud. I plan to marry a doctor.”
Stevie laughed. Joe Dean took a turn rolling his eyes. Connor smiled and tightened his hold on Stevie’s shoulders.
“How do you know this is love and not just plain horniness?” Joe Dean queried.
“Because I can get rid of my lust anytime with anyone, but I only want to do it with Dr. Arminta Green. Connor knows what I mean.” The noise of a speedboat coming towards Connor’s dock drowned out any comment. Driven by a young woman who appeared to be topless—no, definitely was topless, the boat veered close. Two more women, judging by age, college students on semester break stood up holding a banner made from a bed sheet. The lettering read, “Call us first, Connor” and listed their phone numbers. They dropped the sheet directly across from the men to show their naked bodies. While not particularly well endowed, they were young, slender and nubile. One was a real redhead unless she used dye in unusual places.
Joe Dean scribbled the phone numbers on a paper napkin before he could forget them. Connor stared straight ahead, watching his sailboat and ski boat bob in the wake. The Rev shook his head in disgust as he watched the young women pulling on bikini bottoms and T-shirts, their giggles coming across the water on the wind.
“I’m sorry you had to see that, Stevie.” Connor took her hands in his.
“I’m twenty-nine. I can’t compete with that,” she said, joking, sort of.
“Yes, you can. You more than do,” Connor assured her, gazing into Stevie’s eyes.
“That leaves all three for me, then. I can handle that,” Joe Dean claimed, but he still fretted.
“Connor, you just keep your focus on the game and don’t slip up again. That cover curse could still be in effect, you see, a double whammy because you broke that vow. Might be too, too much for one Cajun boy to fix.”
“It wasn’t a vow! No worries, Joe Dean, no worries.” Connor planted a kiss on Stevie’s cheek.
A cool breeze wafted off the lake. Stevie shivered and Connor snuggled her against his side.
To lighten the mood, she said, “It’s a wonder those girls weren’t blue and goose-bumped. Then, I could compete.”
But what if Stevie Dowd had cost the Sinners the Super Bowl last night?
Chapter Eight
Coach Buck paced in front of his team. He stopped and faced them giving Connor and Joe Dean the eye. “This is the big one that could take us to the Super Bowl, boys. Now, y’all know I’ve been working Joe hard, making him try new moves, and letting Riley get some rest. It don’t matter what they do if all of you ain’t at your best, too. For my part, I think we got the best defense in the league and more fine receivers than the Packers expect. But, it’s their home field, Lambeau Field, one of the truly great stadiums. It’s twenty degrees out there with snow on the ground, something us southern boys ain’t used to. Their fans will cheer you deaf. So, I’m saying, tune out the crowd. Forget the snow. Keep your
“How many times have you taken her out since then?” Stevie asked sliding on to a bench next to Connor. Riley automatically put an arm around her shoulders. Joe Dean glared.
“None, not once. Dr. Green does not impress easily, but I think I’m making some headway. I been driving the elderly who have no transportation over to her clinic. Then, I have to wait around to take them back. I get in a few words. She can’t help but notice what a good guy I am. I mean, some of them old folks is real nasty. I think one of them peed on my car seat. But, I’m gonna make my mama proud. I plan to marry a doctor.”
Stevie laughed. Joe Dean took a turn rolling his eyes. Connor smiled and tightened his hold on Stevie’s shoulders.
“How do you know this is love and not just plain horniness?” Joe Dean queried.
“Because I can get rid of my lust anytime with anyone, but I only want to do it with Dr. Arminta Green. Connor knows what I mean.” The noise of a speedboat coming towards Connor’s dock drowned out any comment. Driven by a young woman who appeared to be topless—no, definitely was topless, the boat veered close. Two more women, judging by age, college students on semester break stood up holding a banner made from a bed sheet. The lettering read, “Call us first, Connor” and listed their phone numbers. They dropped the sheet directly across from the men to show their naked bodies. While not particularly well endowed, they were young, slender and nubile. One was a real redhead unless she used dye in unusual places.
Joe Dean scribbled the phone numbers on a paper napkin before he could forget them. Connor stared straight ahead, watching his sailboat and ski boat bob in the wake. The Rev shook his head in disgust as he watched the young women pulling on bikini bottoms and T-shirts, their giggles coming across the water on the wind.
“I’m sorry you had to see that, Stevie.” Connor took her hands in his.
“I’m twenty-nine. I can’t compete with that,” she said, joking, sort of.
“Yes, you can. You more than do,” Connor assured her, gazing into Stevie’s eyes.
“That leaves all three for me, then. I can handle that,” Joe Dean claimed, but he still fretted.
“Connor, you just keep your focus on the game and don’t slip up again. That cover curse could still be in effect, you see, a double whammy because you broke that vow. Might be too, too much for one Cajun boy to fix.”
“It wasn’t a vow! No worries, Joe Dean, no worries.” Connor planted a kiss on Stevie’s cheek.
A cool breeze wafted off the lake. Stevie shivered and Connor snuggled her against his side.
To lighten the mood, she said, “It’s a wonder those girls weren’t blue and goose-bumped. Then, I could compete.”
But what if Stevie Dowd had cost the Sinners the Super Bowl last night?
Chapter Eight
Coach Buck paced in front of his team. He stopped and faced them giving Connor and Joe Dean the eye. “This is the big one that could take us to the Super Bowl, boys. Now, y’all know I’ve been working Joe hard, making him try new moves, and letting Riley get some rest. It don’t matter what they do if all of you ain’t at your best, too. For my part, I think we got the best defense in the league and more fine receivers than the Packers expect. But, it’s their home field, Lambeau Field, one of the truly great stadiums. It’s twenty degrees out there with snow on the ground, something us southern boys ain’t used to. Their fans will cheer you deaf. So, I’m saying, tune out the crowd. Forget the snow. Keep your
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