Darlene slumped back in her chair and rubbed her temples. “What’s Remi gotten herself into now?” “I didn’t say it was her.” Great. Remi was going to murder him. And then who was going to protect her? “Brick, honey. You show up here in last night’s crumpled bartending get-up, missing buttons, glowing brighter than the sun with two love bites on your neck.” He slapped his hands to his neck as if he could feel his way to the hickeys.
