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Colt strode into The Speckled Hen, looking around. The lights were turned down inside, the tables pushed to the sides to clear a space. There was a full zydeco band playing to one side, with couples swaying along.
The place was packed. Colt stepped past several groups of people at the bar to get a drink. Luckily Missy was off tonight, and some pale-faced guy got him his drink.
He had never felt more amongst his people as he did now, in a long sleeve blue plaid shirt and jeans. It was like the same Cajun fairy had dressed all the men with this event in mind.
He spotted Shelby, wearing some frilly pink shorts and a white shirt. But it was Rose, wearing a delicate wrap dress that was the same dark color as her eyes, that took his breath away.
She looked over at him, smiled, and motion
