Free Seven Day Fiance: A Love and Games Novel (Entangled Bliss) by Rachel Harris Page B

where all the cars are.”
    Cane’s eyes widened. It wasn’t just where all the cars were. It appeared to be where the entire town was. Angelle hadn’t been lying when she said they’d all come out for their appearance. Rows upon rows of trucks were parked along the street and in the nearby field, and people were everywhere. Crossing the street, standing in the grass, and for some reason, chilling in their cars talking with the windows down. A large crew was waiting on the front porch, gathered around a couple Cane assumed were Angelle’s parents, sitting on…was that a church pew?
    “Why is there a church pew on your parents’ porch?” he asked, following the ever-so-helpful motions and points of practically everyone, directing him to a spot saved front and center. At least fifty pairs of eyes, if not more, were trained on them. Cane lifted a hand in a halfhearted wave.
    Why did I agree to this again?
    The reason why laughed beside him. “Uh, yeah. It was a gift from the priest when they remodeled the church.” Angelle shrugged a shoulder and grinned. “Why? Doesn’t everybody have a church pew on their front porch?”
    “No. No, they don’t,” he replied.
    “Well, welcome to Cajun town.” She laughed again and jumped out of the truck. Leaning her tight body through the open door, she said, “Don’t just sit there. Get on down.”
    Get on down. Where Cane was from, that meant busting a move on the dance floor. Angelle’s wink and saucy grin implied she knew that, and that this was the first of many cultural shocks and confusions he’d experience over the next week. But anything that lit her up like that was fine by him.
    With nothing to do but follow his amused redheaded tour guide into this Cajun town , Cane turned off the engine, pocketed his keys, and stepped onto the circular drive.

Chapter Six
    Being home was like a shot of caffeine straight to Angelle’s veins. She’d spent so much time worrying about the reaction she’d get when she arrived that she forgot how special Bon Terre really was. This town was a lazy Sunday tubing down Bayou Teche. It was a bowl of her grandmother’s prize-winning gumbo and a link of her favorite crawfish boudin . It was driving down endless back roads to clear her head, wading through a crawfish pond checking traps, and watching Papa pray over her niece’s sprained ankle. Life here was slower, the people were family, and the food…Angie inhaled deeply and grinned.
    Cane may think he’s Cajun, but Cajun country’s gonna rock his world.
    She glanced at her fiancé for the week. For all her stress about acting the part, she deserved a freaking Oscar for her performance during the ride. Pretending Cane’s kiss hadn’t knocked her silly or melted her into a puddle of goo on the floorboard of his truck had required skills Angie hadn’t known she had. Forget about passion scaring the crap out of her or being utterly out of her league sexually. If that was what she’d been missing, then sign her up for more. A whole lot more. She wasn’t breaking out the lingerie, and there was no way in Hades she was ready to do the nasty, but those kisses were mighty fine. As long as she kept that line between charade and emotion in place and her fool mouth from practically declaring her virginity in the process, she was good to go.
    Cane caught her staring and sent a flirty wink. Busted.
    Flinching, Angelle dropped her gaze, digging the scuffed toe of her cowboy boot into the soft grass, hoping with everything in her that he hadn’t also read her thoughts.
    “ Petite fille, you gonna grin at the ground all day, or are ya gonna give your mama a kiss?”
    Laughing, she raised her head and squinted into the sun. “Well, it is a pretty fine patch of ground.” Her mother smiled as Angelle ambled across the driveway and made her way up the weathered steps. She leaned down to hug the woman’s neck. “Hey, Mama.”
    Angie could be eighty years old with grandchildren of her own