Oh, like she’d never dealt with overly aggressive power women before. “Yep. It means you pretty much want me to put some ice in a cocktail shaker, wave a closed bottle of vermouth over the cocktail shaker, pour out the ice, and fill a martini glass with vodka and we’ll call it a martini. I’m betting no olives, but you do know a twist of lemon is pretty and contains no calories.”

The other woman practically purred as she looked Lisa over. “I take back the mascara part. The natural look is good on you, honey. And yes to everything. And I do mean everything.”

“Mine, Maia,” Remy growled.

Oh, shit. The infamous Maia Brighton. That had to be who she was dealing with. She’d heard the tales of the groping DA. Maia Brighton was on a high-powered career path, had turned sexual harassment into a fine art, and she didn’t discriminate.

A lot of people talked about her time at Sanctum.

“I think that chick is hitting on you,” Linc whispered as she started the martini.

“I think she hits on everyone.” Lisa looked at Matthew. “Is there something I can get for you, Mr. Scarsdale? I take it this isn’t a date.”

Maia laughed. “Oh, honey, Matty here has a major stick up his ass, and not in a kinky way. In a weird Mommy-didn’t-love-me way. He’s married but I’m fairly certain she’s a cover for his illicit love for a blowup doll who might or might not be male.”

“Excuse me?” Scarsdale said, his face going a florid red. The man might have been attractive if he hadn’t had that perpetually pinched look on his face.

Maia waved him off. “Don’t worry, hon. The psych eval is free.” She winked at Lincoln. “And your friend is right. I hit on everyone. Well, everyone I find attractive. This is my favorite restaurant because I swear Sean Taggart doesn’t hire unattractive men.”

“I thought Taggart made it a habit of hiring ex-soldiers,” Scarsdale said, looking around the place with something like distaste. “The crippled kind. Though I suppose that one doesn’t look too bad.”

He was talking about Linc, who smiled a feral expression that held absolutely no humor. “Oh, don’t let the fact that I’m not scarred fool you. I lose my shit from time to time, and when I’m in the bad place in my head, I like to take it out on whoever happens to be nearby. I won’t mean to kill you. I promise I’ll feel bad about it later.”