“How about you call me when you know something?” Remy said, his voice dark. “She’s my responsibility. Taggart’s already offered you another year-long membership if you bring us something we can use. I’m your contact. I’m the one who’ll decide if you’ve earned it.”

Jeez, he sounded super serious. When the dude wanted to intimidate, he could do one hell of a job of it.

Maia winked up at him. “Oh, I’ll earn it. And watch out for Scarsdale. I don’t trust him. Those uptight ones are always hiding something. Have fun, kiddos.”

She floated away on a cloud of vodka and self-confidence.

Lisa had to wonder what it would be like to have been born with absolutely no fucks to give. That was what it was like to be Maia Brighton.

“Well, that was fun.” She glanced at the clock. Almost time to close, but it looked like there was still someone in the dining room.

“There was nothing fun about that,” Remy shot back, his eyes still on the door as though trying to see where the two lawyers had gone.

“Yeah, that was sarcasm, babe.”

His eyes came back to her. “Can the sarcasm when it comes to this. You need to start taking this seriously. It’s apparent to me that you’re not thinking straight when it comes to the situation you’re in.”

She was surprised at how grave he sounded. He was normally very laid back. “Why are you bringing this up? I understand that you are invested in the top thing, but I have to wonder about this. You leave soon. There’s no reason for you to get involved in this part of my life when you’re about to walk out of it.”

“No reason? I care about you. And I won’t leave until I’m sure you’re safe,” he replied.

Somehow she doubted that. “So you’re going to put your plans on hold for the next five years or so? That’s how long they have until the statute runs out. You planning on hanging out until then?”

She halfway wanted him to say yes. More than halfway.

“I intend to solve the problem before then,” Remy replied, his irritation obvious. “But I can’t do that if you don’t work with me.”