Puckering his lips and patting his ass-very clear message-Jackson grabbed the wheelbarrow and rolled it across the yard to what remained of a young dogwood tree.

"He took de news pretty well," Divinity commented.

Kallie agreed. In fact, her cousin hadn't seemed fazed at all by Divinity's new identity or by her theft of Gabrielle's. Had taken the revelation of Kallie's missing soul and the loa nestled in its place equally in stride.

"You did what you had to, Ti-tante," Jackson had said. "And you did it for us-for Kallie in particular. Ain't gonna get no complaints from me."

"Well, he is a pirate," Kallie murmured. She shifted her attention to her aunt, met her gaze. "But he's right, y'know. Everything you did-right or wrong-you did for us. You took us in, cared for us, and educated us. And we both appreciate that more than we can say."

Surprise flickered in Divinity's eyes. "You be feeling all right, girl?"

"Fine. I'm feeling fine," Kallie said. "I've just had time to think about the value of family, about what's important and what isn't. I wish you would've told me about the loa from the start, wish you would've trusted me with the truth. But trust shouldn't be an issue now, right?"

"Shouldn't be," Divinity agreed.

Kallie's eyes narrowed as she realized her aunt hadn't actually answered the question. Placing her empty tea glass on the porch railing, she was about to point that little lapse out when she heard the low rumble of a motorcycle thundering up the dirt drive. And, yup, it looked like Belladonna's Dodge Dart was right behind him.

Kallie smiled. Layne's Harley had survived both wreck and storm. The wards had managed to diminish Evelyn's ferocity from a catastrophic category five to a category one by the time she made landfall near Houma. After that, she had weakened even more. The damage to land and property had been minimal-all things considered.

It'd been a goddamned close call.

"We're gonna continue with this later," Kallie said.

"Mais oui," Divinity replied, then flapped a hand at her. "Shoo."

Kallie pulled off her work gloves, tossed them onto the porch railing, then went to meet the pair stopping in front of the house. Belladonna was there to pick her up so they could fetch Dallas from the hospital in Baton Rouge and bring him to Bayou Cypres Noir to finish his recuperation.

Layne was there to say good-bye.

Kallie drew in a deep breath of clean, storm-scrubbed air, hoping it would help ease the ache in her heart. She wasn't sure if what she felt for the sexy nomad was love or gratitude or hot-blooded lust. Or even a combination of the three-especially after their impassioned hours together.

One thing she'd never forget-the feel of his body against hers, a perfect fit.

She knew she cared for Layne-a lot. And she knew he would always be welcome in her bed. But she couldn't ask him to stay any more than he could ask her to ride with him.

At least, not yet.

Belladonna slid out of her car, her slim frame draped in a purple minidress, black tights, and platform boots. Kallie pursed her lips. Had Belladonna mistaken their trip to Baton Rouge to pick up a certain grumpy and restless root doctor for an audition gig on America's Next Top Model?

As if reading her mind-again-Belladonna winked. "Thought I'd give Dallas something to think about other than his anger at Divinity. Distract him."

"That'll do the trick, hun," Jackson said, admiration glinting in his eyes. He circled a finger in the air. "Twirl around."

With a coy smile, Belladonna did just that, her skirt lifting just enough to entice.

Kallie rolled her eyes. The pair had been flirting shamelessly ever since Le Nique, even though they'd known each other for years. Maybe it was the wolf musk....

"Hey, sunshine," Layne said as Kallie stopped beside his Harley, a warm smile curving his lips. He swung his leg over the Harley and stood. Closed the small distance between them. The backs of his fingers brushed her cheek. Kallie looked up into his eyes, and a shock rippled through her, as always.

"What are your plans after Gage's cremation?" she asked, fingering one of his honey-blond dreads.

"Going to New Orleans to unload Augustine."

"And after that?"

"Dunno. You got something in mind?"

"I was wondering if you'd go to Shreveport with me. I think it's time I got a few answers from my mother-like where the hell she hid my soul."

Layne's road-rough hands cupped Kallie's face. Then his head dipped and his lips-warm and firm-kissed hers. His kiss tasted of coffee and peppermint schnapps and bitter grief, and she knew it was Gage he was thinking of.

"When do you want to go?" Layne asked against her lips when the kiss ended.

"How about in four days? Will that be enough time?"

"I'll meet you here in four days, then, sunshine."

Kallie smiled. "It's a date, cher."

Another quick kiss, then Layne lifted his head. His dread slithered free of her grasp, taking the scent of sandalwood and orange blossom with it. "See you then." He straddled his Harley, gunned the engine.

Kallie watched him ride away up the dirt road and felt a sharp pang as she wondered if she would always be watching him ride away.

"You ready to go, Shug?" Belladonna asked. "I don't want Dallas to think we've forgotten about him."

"He should know better," Kallie said as she walked around to the Dodge Dart's passenger door. "Family never does."

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Temptation.

Adventure.

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