“There are two of you?” The way she said it told me she was appreciative rather than frustrated with the idea. “Allow me to introduce myself.” I took her hand, dipping down to brush a kiss on the backs of her fingers. “I’m Remington Mercer. You can call me Remi. And the grumpy asshole you met earlier is my brother Ben—Bentley. Don’t worry, he’s mostly bark. Just a little bite.” “And you?” “Oh, baby girl, I’m all bite.”
