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456 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1988

["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>If her swift calculations were correct, Cash Boudreaux was approaching forty, so he should have known better to say something so flippant about an seriously ill man. His manners hadn’t improved with maturity. He was as coarse, as rude, as undisciplined as he’d been in his youth. His mother had exercised absolutely no control over him whatsoever. She had let him run wild. He was constantly into mischief that had ceased to be cute by the time he reached junior high school, where he fast became the scourge of the public school system. Heaven, Louisiana had never spawned such a hell-raiser as Cash Boudreaux.
"I’m never kind to a woman."
His walk, all his movements were masculine…. His lips closed around the filtered tip. He struck a match on the doorjamb, then cupped his hands around the flame while he lit the cigarette.
"Just what I thought," he said roughly.
"You put on all those ladylike airs but you’re just like a firecracker on the Fourth of July, ready to ignite, ready to explode." … He jerked her forward and rubbed against her. "Feel that? I’ve got just the match to light your fuse."
She slapped him hard.
His eyes narrowed dangerously.
"What’s the matter, not used to ---"
"Filth, Mr. Boudreaux. No I’m not used to filth. "
"Stop," she moaned.
"You want this as much as I do."
"No."
"Yes," he flicked her earlobe with his tongue.
"How long has it been since you got fucked real good?"/b>
"He's a queer …In my day if one of those crossed our paths, we'd beat the hell out of him."
"You want to talk about it, I suppose?"
"About what? Fucking you?"
"Sure, why not? Let’s talk about it."
"Alright."
She drew a deep breath to show him how bored she was with the subject.
"It was a mistake to go to bed with you. I regret it. It happened. I wish it hadn’t but it did. I take full responsibility for my actions, but I intend to forget the whole thing. I expect you to as well."
"You do?"
"Yes, I do."
His whiskey flavored breath was as balmy as the night air when he laughed into her stormy face. He leaned forward, aligning his body against hers.
"Not bloody likely. Do you know what it means to a poor white trash bastard kid like me to make Miss Schyler Crandall come?"
"Be careful that your benevolence doesn't work against you, Schyler …Vast experience has taught me that folks dearly love to bite the hand that feeds them. It gives them a perverse satisfaction that's just plain human nature. You can't change that … Make sure nobody mistakes your love and charity for weakness. Folks claim they admire saints. But fact is they despise them. They gloat in seeing them stumble and fall flat on their asses"
"I warned you that I was never kind to women. Don't expect me to be an different with you."
My God, what she had just done was unthinkable. Yet, it had happened. She wasn't sorry, only deeply disturbed, because while he'd been holding her she'd been inundated with him. She had forgotten her problems. She had forgotten everything including Belle Terre.<
"You cannot trust him. Do, and we’re doomed. He’ll do anything, say anything to bring us down. Don’t doubt that for a single instant."


‘Before she did, Cash Boudreaux raised his hand to her neck and brushed away a mosquito that was looking for a sumptuous spot to have dinner.
The backs of Cash’s fingers were rough, but their touch was delicate as they whisked across her exposed throat and down her chest. He looked for her reaction with frank interest. His gaze was sexual. He knew exactly what he was doing. He had brazenly committed the unpardonable. Cash Boudreaux had touched Schyler Crandall… and was daring her to complain about it.’
“I’m not going to place Belle Terre above everything else. It’s not what I want most. I knew what I wanted most when I saw you asleep under that tree.”





He was rude and disrespectful and treated women abominably. Perhaps that was his attraction, what made him desirable.






