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consider them jokes.”
    “Are you trying to annoy me? Or are you just trying to change the subject?”
    “Yeah. The latter.” Two years? “Okay, I’ll bite. What does your non-sex life have to do with me?”
    “You have a reputation.”
    “For what?” he asked indignantly.
    “Smoothness.”
    Man, that’s just what J.B. said. Who k new? Maybe us LeDeux men have a smooth gene. He smiled at that idea.
    Val made a low growling sound at his smile.
    He kind of liked her growl. Yep. Pathetic.
    “Just don’t think your silly smoothness will work with me. In fact, considering my weakened state, don’t even try it. I’ll find some way to add it to the charges against you, which are compounding by the minute.”
    Leaning back against a porch post, he grinned. He couldn’t help himself. “I make you weak?” Two years?
    “Get a life. I’m weak because of the heat and the stress of being kidnapped. I was a jury consultant before I got that Trial TV job. And a defense lawyer before that. A good one. The best defense is a good offense. When I told you that I haven’t had sex in two years, I did it to forewarn you. I am not in a good mood.”
    “Horniness does that to a person sometimes.”
    “Don’t be cute with me.”
    He winked at her.
    “I am going to nail your sorry ass to the nearest Angola wall, Mister Smooth.”
    “What? Smoothness is a crime now?”
    “You are not now and have never been attracted to me. And vice versa.”
    “Well, actually, there was that one time,” he blurted out before he had a chance to cut the motor on his tongue.
    “Aliens must have stolen my brains. Don’t you dare bring that up now.”
    “Okay,” he readily agreed, putting his hands up in surrender.
    “Does the word repulsive ring any bells in that hollow head of yours? Just know, any change on your part now will be immediately transparent to me.”
    Rene winced inwardly. Whoa! Wait a minute. She just told me that she was a jury consultant at one time. Don’t they study people’s body movements and stuff? Can’t they tell when a person is lying? Can’t they practically read people’s minds? I better be careful. In as offhanded a tone as he could manage, he inquired, “You’ve got me all figured out, huh?”
    “Yep.” She sank down into a cushioned Adirondack chair and propped her legs up on the rail.
    If he were out in the yard, he would probably be getting a Basic Instinct peek at her thong... again.
    “You know, you’ve had it in for me ever since I talked you into showing me your Barbie underpants.”
    She gave him one of those “Get real!” looks that women are so good at. “I was seven freakin’ years old. And you were already showing your true colors, especially when you blabbed to all the other kids at Our Lady of the Bayou School afterward.” She saw that he was about to defend himself and raised a hand.
    “And, puh-leeze, don’t try to tell me that you reciprocated by flashing me your Superman’s. Once a jerk, always a jerk.”
    Sometimes the dumb things men did came back to bite them in the butt; in this case, years of payback from Val for that one little peek at her Barbies. From that point onward, Val had become a world class pain in his ass. At the time, it had seemed worth it.
    But, jeesh, Rene had forgotten about those superhero briefs. Tante Lulu had given him and his brothers their own individual sets one particularly bleak Christmas when their father had been absent on one of his alcoholic binges. Those were the days before Valcour LeDeux had sold out family lands to the oil companies. The alcohol still flowed after that, just a better brand of booze. But that Christmas, Tante Lulu had taken the boys into her Bayou Black cottage and made them feel secure, even if only for a week or two. And among her gifts had been the silly briefs. His had been Superman, Luc’s had been Spiderman, and Remy had gotten The Hulk. He’d worn his till they’d practically fallen apart.
    “Yoo-hoo! Earth to