Revenge: Deleted Scene

Deleted Scene from Revenge

Warning, Spoilers!

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“Cody Samantha Lewis, what in tarnation have you got yourself tangled up in this time?”
She rolled her eyes, switching the phone to her right ear, and flopped down on the bed. “Hello to you too, Daddy.”
A chuckle drifted out of the bathroom. She grabbed a discarded pillow on the floor and threw it in the bathroom.
“Don’t hello me, daughter. I was under the impression you and Kim were off gallivanting. Not trying to get your heads shot off by New Orleans thugs.”
“Who told you they were thugs?”
“A pony express rider. Who do you think?”
“Who told JC?”
Remy leaned around the corner and frowned at her. Cody’s pulse raced like horses across the plains at the sight of his freshly shaven face and damp hair. If she wasn’t tied up getting her ass chewed by her guard dog of a father she’d be in there relishing the smooth feel of his face against her fingertips.
“Doesn’t matter. What matters is you getting home. Right now.”
“Sorry, Dad. Remy and I are taking a trip to see his family.”
“Come again?”
“Remy’s introducing me to his family.”
“So, JC wasn’t lying when he said you two are back together.”
Remy wandered out of the bathroom wearing only his jeans and the sling. The bruises from his beating and surgery had faded to greenish-yellow, the dark threads of his stitches were dwindling as his body mended.
“Actually, we never really broke up.”
“Well, stick me like a pig and roast me over a fire. When were you going to inform me of this?”
Tingling sensations weaved through Cody’s stomach and down her legs as Remy inched closer to the bed. Oh, boy howdy, she could smell the spicy scent of his aftershave.
“Let’s backtrack and think about this. I’m a grown woman who doesn’t need her dad’s approval about what she does with her life.”
“Until you’re married I’m still responsible for you, kiddo.”
She sighed, rising from the bed to place a hand on Remy’s bare chest. “You don’t need to feel that way anymore. You taught me well, Daddy. If you ask Heath, better than you think.”
“Cody, I’m worried is all. I heard you killed a man.”
Remy wrapped his good arm around her waist and eased her closer to him. Damn him for trying to seduce her while she was on the phone with her father. If Dad got a hint of their current sleeping arrangements he’d roast Remy over that fire he talked about. Even if they weren’t actually doing anything but sleeping. For now.
“Ok, reminding you once more. I’m a grown woman. Don’t make me pull the ‘you’ve killled men’ card on you.”
“That was a war.”
“This was a war. Just not in the same capacity as what you dealt with.”
“No arguing with you there.”
Remy nuzzled the tender point on her neck. Cody’s knees wobbled. Resisting the desire to moan, she tried to inch away from his lips.
“Dad, I’m sorry you had to find out via third party. And I’m sorry I lied to you about what I was doing. I needed to do what I did.” She blinked as Remy lifted his head and they locked gazes. “I had to save my man and prove to myself I wouldn’t let anything get in the way.”
“Does this man realize what kind of a woman he has?”
“I have one in a million, sir.” That cocky grin appeared.
“Good,” Dad replied. “Never forget that, Cajun.”
Cody smiled and shook her head. “Dad, we’re trying to get ready to leave. I’ll call you when we get to Houma.”
“All right. Be careful.”
“Planned on it.”
“Love you, kiddo.”
Closing her eyes, she conjured up a memory of Dad when he said that and smiled. “Me too.”
When she ended the call, Remy removed the phone from her hand and tossed it into her suitcase sitting a few feet away on the floor.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ve had it with seeing you sitting here in nothing but one of my shirts.” He jerked her body flush to his. “You’re killin’ me, cher.”
“Like you’ve made it any easier on me, parading around here in nothing but pants. You’re not strong enough.”
“Wanna bet?” His hand slid up her bare thigh, raising the hem of the tee shirt.
Pressing her hands against his chest, she pushed him back. “Not really. I want you one hundred plus percent before we do anything more than kiss.” She danced out of his reach and skedaddled to the bathroom.
Remy groaned. “You’re going to lock the door, ain’t you?”
“Damn straight.” She slapped the door shut and clicked the lock.
“Hope you have clothes in there,” he said through the door.
Cody’s amusement floundered when she realized the only clothing she had was what she had on. “Uh, why?”
A wicked laugh made her stiffen. “You don’t.”
Opening the door, she poked her head through the crack. “You’re going to hold my clothes for ransom?”
Cupping his chin, he stroked it in a thoughtful way. “I could be bribed.”
Cody groaned. “With what?”
A delicious shiver consumed her when he gave her that decidedly charming cocked eyebrow and half-grin.
“A full body massage. I was told ranch women have the best hands. This shoulder wound is making me sore.”
“You’re serious? A full body massage?”
“Did I mention I won’t be wearing anything?”
Cody flung the door wide and marched out. “Why you low-down, rotten, sidewinder.”
He hooked his arm around her waist and claimed her mouth, stifling the words she was about to spew at him.
Melting under the expertise of his mouth, Cody moaned. If this was what it would be like to be Remy LeBeau’s woman, she never wanted it to end.