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right questions to ask, and he's good at reading between the lines." He paused a second before asking, "Have you asked Gator to put out feelers?"
"Gonna talk to him this afternoon. He went with Abe on a two-nighter, so he's been out of pocket." He knew if anybody could get people to open up and talk, it was his dad. Nobody kept secrets from Gator Boudreau—nobody.
"Who's Gator?" She'd been watching the interchange between the two, her eyes darting back and forth between one man and the other. Remy Lamoreaux was a good looking man, with dark hair and sexy bedroom eyes, but somehow he didn't make her heart skip a beat or send shivers down her spine the way Ranger did.
"He's my dad." Ranger gave her a wink when he answered.
Remy chuckled. "Gator Boudreau is a legend around these parts, chere . If a fly sneezes in Orleans Parish, Gator knows about it. Ain't nothing happens without word getting back to him."
Sarah contemplated Remy's words. If Ranger's dad had his finger on the pulse of everything that happened in New Orleans, maybe he'd have heard something about Anna.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go and find him." She started to rise, and Ranger laid a hand on her thigh, shaking his head. Flinging herself back into her seat, she crossed her arms, knowing she was acting like a petulant child, but this sitting and doing nothing drove her crazy.
"Calm down, sugar. He won't be back for hours yet. I tried calling earlier, but knowing him he's got his phone turned off—if he even bothered taking it with him. My dad takes his fishing very seriously."
"This waiting is driving me nuts. We have to do something!"
"You are doing something." Remy's deep voice replied. "You're following the clues, checking out leads. This is exactly what I do every single day. It's tedious and boring as hell, but you've got to stay focused. If you race off half-cocked, you're going to screw something up and lose valuable time. I know it's hard, chere , but have a little patience."
She huffed out a breath. "Fine."
Ranger laughed and she joined in, lightening the mood. Sarah glanced his way before turning to Remy, the gleam in her eye warning she was up to something.
"You've known Ranger a long time, right?"
"Most of my life, yeah."
"So, how'd he get the name Ranger? Is it one of those military nicknames, or did he have it before that?"
Ah, hell.
Ranger scowled at Remy, who grinned back. Just like that, she knew he'd tell her, and there wasn't a damn thing Ranger could do about it. Unless he told her first—
"He's had the nickname since we were kids." Remy reached over and slapped him on the back. "Ole Gaston here, well he kinda hated his name, but that's the name his momma chose, and that's what she called him."
"Traitor." Ranger murmured the word under his breath, though he knew she heard him.
"Come on, bro, it's a cute story."
"Wait, if it's going to embarrass him, I don't need to know."
"Go ahead, blabbermouth," Ranger motioned to Remy with his hand, making the talkie-talkie motion.
"I guess we were about what, nine or ten? While the rest of us were outside fishing or pretending to be swashbuckling pirates, Gaston was inside watching every episode he could find of The Lone Ranger. You know, the old black and white show from the fifties with Clayton Moore. He spent so much time watching that show and reading all the comics, we started calling him the Lone Ranger. Pretty soon it got shortened to Ranger, and it kinda stuck."
Sarah turned to face Ranger. "I loved that show. Still do. Anna and I used to watch it on Saturday mornings." She studied his face intently, before continuing. "I guess it makes sense, you becoming a Navy SEAL. They uphold the same core values that the Lone Ranger did. I admire that—and you."
She watched pink tint his cheeks at the compliment. It didn't matter, because she'd meant
"Gonna talk to him this afternoon. He went with Abe on a two-nighter, so he's been out of pocket." He knew if anybody could get people to open up and talk, it was his dad. Nobody kept secrets from Gator Boudreau—nobody.
"Who's Gator?" She'd been watching the interchange between the two, her eyes darting back and forth between one man and the other. Remy Lamoreaux was a good looking man, with dark hair and sexy bedroom eyes, but somehow he didn't make her heart skip a beat or send shivers down her spine the way Ranger did.
"He's my dad." Ranger gave her a wink when he answered.
Remy chuckled. "Gator Boudreau is a legend around these parts, chere . If a fly sneezes in Orleans Parish, Gator knows about it. Ain't nothing happens without word getting back to him."
Sarah contemplated Remy's words. If Ranger's dad had his finger on the pulse of everything that happened in New Orleans, maybe he'd have heard something about Anna.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go and find him." She started to rise, and Ranger laid a hand on her thigh, shaking his head. Flinging herself back into her seat, she crossed her arms, knowing she was acting like a petulant child, but this sitting and doing nothing drove her crazy.
"Calm down, sugar. He won't be back for hours yet. I tried calling earlier, but knowing him he's got his phone turned off—if he even bothered taking it with him. My dad takes his fishing very seriously."
"This waiting is driving me nuts. We have to do something!"
"You are doing something." Remy's deep voice replied. "You're following the clues, checking out leads. This is exactly what I do every single day. It's tedious and boring as hell, but you've got to stay focused. If you race off half-cocked, you're going to screw something up and lose valuable time. I know it's hard, chere , but have a little patience."
She huffed out a breath. "Fine."
Ranger laughed and she joined in, lightening the mood. Sarah glanced his way before turning to Remy, the gleam in her eye warning she was up to something.
"You've known Ranger a long time, right?"
"Most of my life, yeah."
"So, how'd he get the name Ranger? Is it one of those military nicknames, or did he have it before that?"
Ah, hell.
Ranger scowled at Remy, who grinned back. Just like that, she knew he'd tell her, and there wasn't a damn thing Ranger could do about it. Unless he told her first—
"He's had the nickname since we were kids." Remy reached over and slapped him on the back. "Ole Gaston here, well he kinda hated his name, but that's the name his momma chose, and that's what she called him."
"Traitor." Ranger murmured the word under his breath, though he knew she heard him.
"Come on, bro, it's a cute story."
"Wait, if it's going to embarrass him, I don't need to know."
"Go ahead, blabbermouth," Ranger motioned to Remy with his hand, making the talkie-talkie motion.
"I guess we were about what, nine or ten? While the rest of us were outside fishing or pretending to be swashbuckling pirates, Gaston was inside watching every episode he could find of The Lone Ranger. You know, the old black and white show from the fifties with Clayton Moore. He spent so much time watching that show and reading all the comics, we started calling him the Lone Ranger. Pretty soon it got shortened to Ranger, and it kinda stuck."
Sarah turned to face Ranger. "I loved that show. Still do. Anna and I used to watch it on Saturday mornings." She studied his face intently, before continuing. "I guess it makes sense, you becoming a Navy SEAL. They uphold the same core values that the Lone Ranger did. I admire that—and you."
She watched pink tint his cheeks at the compliment. It didn't matter, because she'd meant
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