rug, and the table, then grabbed his jacket, cravat, and vest. On second thought, he tossed them back down. The hell with it. He didnât need them where he was headed.
Chapter Six
Josette sat in a parlor chair opposite her brother, wishing he would call it a night. Using a long-handled spoon, she went about the mindless task of crushing mint leaves and slices of lime in the bottom of her glass, muddling the juices with the iced, dark liquid. She breathed in the heady scent, then took a sip. âThis had better be my last one or Iâll never make it up the stairs. Iâm already a bit light-headed.â
A slow smile curled a corner of Renéâs mouth. âI should like to witness you having to crawl up the steps as a result of enjoying yourself. You lead far too dull a life.â
She ignored his comment and took another sip. âThereâs something different about the taste from what youâve made in the past.â
âSuch as?â
âThis hasâoh, I donât knowâthereâs a subtle elegance to it, if one can describe liquor in such a manner. In any case, it goes down far too easily.â
âItâs Gosling Brothers rum making all the difference.â A cut-glass decanter sat nearly empty on a low table between them, along with a carafe of the iced concoction. Rivulets sweated down the outside of the latter, disappearing into a folded cloth beneath it. âA supply arrived from Bermuda just yesterday.â
âBermuda? Why all that way when plenty of rum is brewed right here in America?â
He took a long swallow. âAh, but this happens to be the finest in the world. Even you notice its superior quality. We couldnât get any here until now.â
Lifting his glass to the lit chandelier, he studied the rich, dark liquid. âAnd since you keep a nice supply of ice buried under a pile of straw in that hutch out back, I thought you might appreciate a sampling of the very best, oui ?â
She barely managed a half-smile. âSo you gifted me with this fine brew for your benefit as well as mine?â
René chuckled, but then he tilted his head and grew serious. âWhat be the matter, chére ? Youâre off somewhere in your own world tonight.â
She fought a heavy sigh. âNothingâs wrong. Iâm merely fatigued. I had a rather taxing day after I left Mamanâs. I was also concerned you wouldnât keep your word. Thank you for returning Alexia to me.â
âHave I ever not kept my word?â He made a clicking sound with his tongue. âYou should know better.â
âYour pardon.â She didnât dare let on that Ãmile Vennard had paid her a visit. Why in the world would that louse want to purchase her shop and run her out of business? What would he want of her after thatâher home? Ask her to leave town? Sheâd been through this before with him, knew what was coming next if she refused his offer. At first, there would be veiled threats indicating Bastièn and René might meet with a series of unfortunate accidents. If she still said no, then her brothers would eventually lose their lives altogether.
The man was a formidable presence in New Orleans, with more clout than any ten men. Sheâd sold her husbandâs holdings to him after Bastièn took a mysterious beating in an alley, and a runaway horse nearly trampled René to death. Both had taken weeks to heal. But what would she do without her business? It was the only thing she cared about in her sorry life besides Alexiaâand one way or another, her niece would soon be goneâto Maman or with her father. Much as Josette would like to, there was no holding on to Alexia forever.
âYouâre biting your lip, Josette. Whatâs the matter?â Renéâs voice had grown cold and his words fell hard on her ears. âAre you concerned now that Alexiaâs father has returned to
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