The Red-Hot Cajun
Chapter One
The long hot summer just got hotter ...
"That Richard Simmons sure is a hottie."
Whaaat? Rene LeDeux put down the caulking gun he'd been using to
chink the logs of his home-in-progress and stared in astonishment at
his great aunt Louise Rivard, who'd made that astounding
announcement. Tante Lulu, as she was known, lounged on a hammock in
the front yard, cool as a Cajun cucumber.
He wore only cargo shorts, a tool belt, and heavy work boots in
deference to the scorching heat of the hottest summer in Louisiana
history. He swiped his forearm across his brow, as much to gather
patience as sweat before speaking. "Tante Lulu! Richard Simmons is
not a hottie. Not by any stretch of anyone's imagination."
"He is in mine. Whoo-ee! When he wears those short shorts, I just
melt."
Now that was an image he did not need. He tried picturing his
seventy-nine-year-old great aunt in hormone overload. Talk about!
But it did explain her attire: a pink headband encircling tight
white curls, a red tank top with the logo Exercise That!, purple
nylon running shorts, and white athleti ... read full excerpt from The Red-Hot Cajun ebook
