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.He hadn t had so much fun in ages.He and Markshared food, from a bowl of spicy seafood gumbo filled with okra and seasoned withfilé, to savory crawfish pies and turtle sauce piquant.Both of them were so stuffed theywere almost incapable of walking.Late in the afternoon they sat side by side in folding metal chairs at a long tableunder a tent, listening as one of the many bands played familiar Cajun songs.Bobbytapped his toes along with the music, but that was all he could manage to move.They dalready danced to a few of the bands in the large playground area behind the smallchurch that hosted the festival.Bobby had been in such a good mood he succumbed to the music first.He d askeda few of the older ladies to dance, and before he knew it, Mark had joined him, waltzinghis own lady partner around the concrete basketball court to the tune of Jolie Blonde. Of course, they couldn t dance together, but they still had fun.Every time theypassed each other, their gazes connected, and something shot between them, makingBobby s wolf whimper.Then they d break apart and twirl their partners around themakeshift dance floor again, and Bobby would have some time to regain control.And when the music picked up and the band was rocking, a contest of sortsstarted between the two men to see which one could outdance the other.Bobby pulledout all the stops, swing dancing to the zydeco music, spinning his partner under hisarm, around his back, then pulling her back into some tight pivots.When they finally stopped, they had laughed all the way back to their seats.Despite not really dancing with each other, it sort of felt like they had.Mark admittedBobby had won that contest, and Bobby had winked at him and told him, Old dogs Rougaroux Social Club 3: Bayou Loup 31always keep a few tricks up their sleeves, and a good Cajun knows how to tear up adance floor. Now they sipped sweet ice tea no alcohol at the church festival and Bobbymade mental notes about what he d seen and experienced.He d decided he was just tooold to try out the rides at the fair, but he and Mark walked through it, and he couldn thelp but notice how much fun the riders were having and on which rides.He knew already the food had to be top notch.And the entertainment.Havingseveral bands throughout the day kept the party atmosphere lively, and he noticedthere were people who kept the dancing going.He d have to make sure he could findfolks to do that.The Rugarou Festival was a big responsibility, and he planned on it being the bestone ever.Well, if it was up to him.Unfortunately, telling Mark about his plans was outof the question, and he really wished he could have talked them over with the youngerman.But the hookup pact had been made no personal info.He didn t even knowMark s last name.The one Bobby d given at the front desk, Smith, was an obvious fake,made up on the spot.With only four months before the festival, he had to get all his ducks in a rowsoon.The last chairman had given him all his notes, and Bobby had taken over the e-mail account for the festival.His job was to organize the entertainment, the food, andthe actual rugarou contest where people dressed up as a rugarou, the legendaryswamp werewolf, for a cash prize.And there were raffles and prizes to gather, but hehad committees to do most of that work.He d learned how to delegate during his time as sheriff of St.Jerome, and it wasn tsomething he d forgotten.Not by a long shot.He knew when he tackled a project aslarge as a festival, having people you trusted to get the job done was vitally important.Mark sighed. I don t think I can make it to the car. I hear you.Too much food and too much dancing.My feet are killing me. 32 Lynn Lorenz I wish you could just throw me over your shoulder and carry me out of here. Mark chuckled. Wouldn t that raise a few eyebrows? Sure would
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