Remy shrugged as he parked the car and cut the engine. “I don’t know. I told Momma I was bringing you with me. I didn’t exactly tell her you’re a client because I didn’t want anyone to freak out. If this town thinks there’s an assassin on the way, it could go poorly.”

“Ah, they would want me gone.” She was curious about the small shops that lined the square. It looked like something straight out of a movie about the 50s. Small town America at its finest. There was a drug store in front of her and it still boasted about serving the best milkshakes in town.

“Not exactly, but if it gets out that there could be serious trouble coming our way, then Miss Marcelle starts using magic to find out who’s a criminal and who’s a tourist, and she gets that wrong a lot of the time. Momma starts packing more heat than normal. They’ll have town meetings. Someone always spikes the punch and then George Teague decides to fight a gator. It’s a thing around here. It’s best we keep quiet anyway. No one except your family and Ian knows where we’ve gone.”

That was why they’d been on the road at the godawful hour they’d left at this morning. Remy had made a few rounds of the city before he’d been satisfied they weren’t being followed. They’d left straight from the hospital. Laurel had packed for her. Lila hadn’t even said good-bye.

“Don’t you think we should tell your mom if we’re staying at her place?” Lisa asked.

“We’re staying out at the wharf. There’s an apartment over the bar. Jean-Claude said he’s cleared out so we can stay there.”

“You don’t want to stay at home?”

“I think it’ll be easier to watch over you at the wharf,” he said. “I should get to work. Jean-Claude wants to transition pretty quickly. That means every minute counts. I’m going to find my family and thank them for the welcome and then we can go.”

Oh, his panties were in a wad and she needed to get them all smoothed out if she was going to enjoy the night. “Or we could be more gracious and stay for a while.”

He stared straight ahead. “You spent the whole day ignoring me. I don’t think I can handle walking around a big old party with you not speaking to me. You can’t go running off, you know. We have to stick together. I think we’ll do that best if we don’t have a bunch of people around.”