Chapter 32

“I have a meeting in New Orleans…regarding a new deal. I will be there for a week. I think you should come with me,” Xavier had said before leaving their bedroom that day.

It was a warm enough evening that Cara had ditched her shorts and tank top and slipped into a light cotton summer dress, sleeveless, made from a deep orange material with white flowers on it. The colors complimented her olive-complexion and auburn and copper hair, which she’d pulled up on the sides, leaving the rest to brush against her sun-freckled shoulders. Xavier changed from his travel clothes into a nice pair of tight, faded blue jeans and a navy blue T-shirt, the sleeves rolled up a couple of notches, exposing his lightly muscled arms. He wasn’t as much of a sun-body as Cara was, so his skin retained its natural peaches and cream tone.

And off they went. They wandered a few blocks, trying to decide on what food tempted them the most. There were the very obvious tourist traps named for television show chefs, w