Bayou Jeopardy. Rita Herron

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      His hand trembled as he wiped sweat from his brow. Why had her father told him she was dead?

      Bile rose to his throat.

      First Landry had him thrown in jail on false charges, then he must have been furious when Mack survived the flooding prison.

      And when he’d come looking for Lily—hell. He’d probably figured telling him Lily was dead would be the end of him.

      And it nearly had been. He’d sulked away to grieve just as Landry had predicted.

      God. What about the baby? Had he survived?

      Did he have a son?

      He balled his hands into fists. Did Lily know he’d made it out of that jail?

      Was she aware her father might be stealing money from the funds they’d raised to help the city?

      Too agitated to stand still, he began to pace. Rainwater squished between his shoes, the sounds of Bourbon Street fading as his anger took root.

      Dammit. He wanted to nail Landry.

      But first, he’d watch Lily. If she’d known he was alive, why hadn’t she tried to find him?

      LILY SENSED SOMEONE watching her from the veranda and scanned the street below. A figure moved to the right and ducked into a bar, and she chided herself for being paranoid.

      Ever since she’d moved back to New Orleans, she’d seen Mack in the shadows, Mack in the streets, Mack waiting on her at their favorite coffee shop with a latte.

      But Mack was gone.

      The jail where he was had flooded. Some of the prisoners had escaped, and although Mack’s body hadn’t been recovered, the fact that he hadn’t come looking for her made her certain he’d died in the floods.

      She turned to her father. “I’m tired, Dad. I’m going to take a cab home. I’ll pick up Winston in the morning.”

      Her father frowned. “I thought you might spend the night tonight.”

      How could she explain to him that she needed to be alone? “Maybe next time.” She went to say good-night to the mayor. Piano music played softly in the background, champagne floated freely through the room.

      Mayor Barrow squeezed her hand. “Thank you for all you’re doing for our city. The fundraisers you’ve organized have raised hundreds of thousands of dollars already.”

      “I just want everyone who lost their homes to have one again.”

      He nodded, and she said good-night to the investors. Then she retrieved her wrap and headed down the stairs. The maître d’ called her a cab, and within minutes, she was slipping inside her house on Saint Charles Street.

      Darkness bathed the inside, and she reached for the lamp, but suddenly someone grabbed her from behind.

      She tried to scream, but he shoved a hand over her mouth and pushed her toward the den.

      “I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmured in her ear.

      His voice sounded vaguely familiar, yet fear seized her. If he wasn’t going to hurt her, why had he broken in?

      Prepared to offer him her purse and whatever else he wanted in the house, she nodded against his hand.

      He eased her toward the sofa, then flipped on the lamp, and she spun around, ready to tangle.

      But her heart stalled in her chest. Her attacker was Mack Rivet.

      Her former lover and husband. And the father of her son.

      MACK’S HEART POUNDED so hard that he had to take a deep breath to calm himself. He thought he’d lost Lily years ago, and now here she was alive, in the flesh.

      And looking like a knockout in that skintight black sheath. Just touching her stirred a deep ache in his soul.

      And in his groin.

      Her long blond hair was captured in a chignon with jewel combs holding the silky strands in place.

      A reminder that her father had money and that she was too good for him.

      Still, it hadn’t stopped him from wanting her—and having her—eight years ago.

      It wouldn’t stop him now.

      “Oh, my God,” Lily said in a choked whisper. “I thought…you died in the flood.”

      “No.” Mack narrowed his eyes at her. “But I thought you were dead.”

      Emotions flickered in her eyes. “You looked for me?”

      “Of course I did,” he said with a muttered curse. “Dammit, I loved you, Lily. You were pregnant with my son.”

      Lily paled. “I don’t understand. It’s been years.”

      “I know it has,” he said sharply.

      She raised her gaze to his, those damn emerald eyes drawing him in. “Father said he checked the listings and a guard said you died.”

      Anger gnawed at Mack. Landry had lied to both of them.

      Which made him even more certain that he was aiding the mayor in his scheme.

      “Why did you wait eight years to come to me?” she asked.

      Mack’s defenses rose as she turned the tables on him. “I did look for you, for months,” he said, his heart in his throat. “I kept checking the lists, the police departments and hospitals, and I called your father, but he told me you didn’t make it.”

      Lily gasped and sank onto the sofa. “What…No…” She knotted her hands in her lap. “Why would my father say that?”

      “You tell me.” Mack gritted his teeth as he realized her father had gotten what he’d wanted—he’d torn them apart.

      Denial flickered in her eyes. “It has to be a mistake. Maybe he checked and couldn’t find out anything about you so he made up that story.”

      “He spoke to me, so he knew I was alive. And he told me that you were gone, and obviously he knew you weren’t,” Mack said.

      Lily frowned. “You were watching me tonight?”

      “I was watching your father and the mayor,” Mack said. “Then I saw you on the veranda and was shocked to discover you’d survived.”

      Lily dropped her head into her hands.

      His chest squeezed. For the life of him, he wanted to believe that she had no part in her father’s or Barrow’s illegal actions.

      But dammit, she had believed the worst of him. That still hurt.

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