Did Rene take time off to stare at the brilliant blue sky? Did he take a boat out on the bayou to watch the butterflies the way they had when they were kids?

Don’t move. They’re all over your hair, Sylvie. It makes you look like you have a crown. Princess Sylvie.

Her life would be easier if they didn’t have all this shared, sweet history between them. If he’d been nothing more than a wretchedly handsome, nice man she had a connection with, she likely would be sleeping with him. She wasn’t a woman who slept with anyone she found attractive, but he was her legal husband. And they were consenting adults who had sexual chemistry between them. If he’d merely been some guy she was attracted to and liked, she would be indulging in sex for the first time since she’d come home.

Sera’s face moved over her, blocking out the sky. “Do you think you made a mistake? Because you have two choices. You can divorce that gorgeous wealthy man who looks at you like you’re the sun in the sky, or we can kill all his relatives. All of them. Seriously, Remy knows people and he always says it’s been too long since he got to kill someone. He was a Navy SEAL, and sometimes that part of him needs to come out.”

Hallie’s face stared down at her, too. “My momma says Remy kills people every day with the cholesterol in his chicken-fried steak. She’s really just upset she can’t eat it anymore. Maybe we could get all of Rene’s relatives to eat it and have heart attacks.”

Her friends were complete goofballs. She sighed. “I don’t think we would ever convince Ashley Layton to eat something fried. We would have to get to her through vodka.”

“Is his family truly your main problem?” Sera asked.

Hallie’s gaze turned Sera’s way. “Her problem is she hasn’t jumped his bones yet. You know that’s what the problem is. Girl needs to get her some of that man. We talked about this.”

Sera gave her that look she used when someone said something foolish. “We also talked about easing her into the discussion.”

Hallie shrugged. “Sylvie is a very direct person. She doesn’t need to be eased into anything but Rene’s bed.”

Sylvie groaned. She should have known this would happen. She’d been ducking this conversation for a week. “This is what you two have been talking about behind my back?”

“Well, now we’re talking to your front,” Hallie offered with a smile. “Don’t be a hypocrite. You know how much we talked about Sera and Harry when they first got together and I wondered if he took his leg off when they had sex.”