Four Weddings and a Swamp Boat Tour - Erin Nicholas Page 0,5
she wasn’t sure who they all were exactly and how, or if, they were even all related. As far as she could tell, everyone became a part of the Landry family once they spent about five minutes with them.
Ah, and that would be reason number six that this is a bad idea.
She had her own big, meddlesome family. She was trying to get away from them and have some space. Why had she come to Louisiana where she knew that Mitch’s family would be up in her business too?
Because you have a thing for that hot Louisiana boy, and when you thought of escaping and hiding out somewhere for a few weeks, you immediately thought of him and how nice it would be to let him take care of you the way he says he wants to.
Temporarily, of course. She didn’t need taken care of in the long-term.
Probably.
She’d never actually been on her own. She’d lived in the same town that her entire family had lived in all their lives. She knew everyone in Appleby. There wasn’t a single thing she could need that her family and hometown couldn’t and wouldn’t provide.
Except peace. And solitude. And independence.
That’s what she wanted. That’s what she was looking for.
But in the short term while she made a plan for all of that independent solitude? Yeah, hanging out with Mitch would be nice.
No one could blame her. The guy was good with his mouth. When he was doing delicious dirty things with it and when he was using it to sweet talk her or charm her entire hometown.
And he knew the score. She’d told him about her plethora of proposals, and he’d seen her family in action. He knew where she stood on relationships and overly involved families.
A short-term getaway and a little friends-with-benefits on the side with Mitch had sounded perfect.
But now, one of Mitch’s relatives was already pulling her through his house and into his kitchen.
“He did not tell us you were coming today,” Kennedy said, nudging Paige into a chair at the kitchen table and crossing to the fridge. She pulled out a pitcher of what looked like iced tea and then went to a cupboard.
She stretched for a higher shelf, and Paige was relieved to see the edge of a pair of denim shorts peek out from under the bottom of the big t-shirt she wore.
“We were working on the otter enclosure today, and the board I was standing on shifted, and I ended up on my ass in the water.” Kennedy laughed. “Came in here to wash and dry my stuff and clean up. He’s still down there.”
“Oh, should we call him?” Paige asked.
“Hell no. Not before I have a chance to grill you,” Kennedy said. She looked at Paige over her shoulder. “I mean, get to know you.”
That sly grin did not say that there was going to be anything quite as polite as “getting to know each other” going on. Kennedy wanted to get some dirt.
Or maybe give it.
She brought two glasses to the table. “Peach sweet tea,” she said, setting one down in front of Paige. “I’ll happily buy you a beer when we get to Ellie’s, but I have to wait for my bra to dry. And I want to be the first to hear all about Iowa.”
Kennedy plopped into the chair perpendicular to Paige’s and tucked a foot up under her butt.
“Ellie’s?” Paige asked.
“Our grandma’s bar,” Kennedy said, taking a drink of her tea.
Right, his grandma owned a bar. Paige knew that.
“You’ll meet everyone at dinner,” Kennedy said. “Unless they hear you’re in town or see your car and end up here before that.”
“Everyone has dinner together?”
“Most nights,” Kennedy said with a nod.
“How many people is ‘everyone’?” Paige asked with trepidation.
Kennedy tipped her head and appeared to be counting in her head. “It varies a little but fifteen, maybe twenty.”
Paige barely kept from groaning. This was so not going to be a laid-back, relaxed getaway. She’d pictured a little cabin on the bayou, out in the trees, crickets and frogs singing at night while she sat on the front porch with… okay, the sweet tea fit that little daydream. And that porch swing.
The hammock though… that was next level.
A big noisy family that was all too curious about her and Mitch and what it meant that she’d driven all this way out of the blue to be with him was not.
“You know, I’m more of a grilled-cheese-all-by-myself-for-dinner girl,” Paige said.