She needed to think and couldn’t do it with unwanted guests around. “Do you normally intrude on your brother’s bedroom?”

Again his eyes strayed back to those blankets on the couch and the pillow that had obviously been slept on. “Is it my brother’s bedroom? Because you appear to be the only one sleeping in the bed.”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” But it would be Remy’s when she found him. Had he sicced his brother on her? No. He wouldn’t do that. He was somewhere in the building and had no idea his brother was being obnoxious.

“And to answer your question about how often I stick my nose in my brother’s business, I do when I think something’s wrong. You told the entire town last night that you’re my brother’s fiancée. Yet from what I heard, you didn’t kiss him once last night. That’s not like my brother. My brother is very affectionate. He also is the kind of man who would sleep with his fiancée. So if he’s in trouble, if he’s found some cold bitch who wants his property and nothing else out of him, then I think it’s time I protect big brother for once. He can be foolish when it comes to women.”

Wow. She hadn’t expected that. According to Remy, his brother didn’t care about anything but letting the good times roll. “I can understand that. I have two sisters and a brother, too, and we’re always up in each other’s business. As for Remy, we’re working a few things out.”

She needed to sit down with Remy and decide how they would deal with the mess she’d gotten them into last night. Well, him. She would leave one day and owe no one an explanation. He was the one who would be left behind, and he knew it. That was precisely why there was a thin blanket on a couch that couldn’t have been comfortable to sleep on. It was far too small.

“Did you find out Jean-Claude was planning on giving him Chartier House?” Zep asked.

She put a hand to her head. It was too early for a grilling. And she had to deal with the ramifications of that hair extension. What would Miss Manners say about how to return someone’s hair? Dear Josette Hussy, I’m very sorry I pulled out your hair extensions when I tried to kill you in our catfight last night. I am returning them with best wishes. And stay the fuck away from my man. Love, Lisa. Yeah, she didn’t think that would probably be the way to go. “I don’t know about any house. Where’s Remy?”

And coffee. She needed coffee.

Zep stood at the end of the bed, his hands on his hips. “He’s downstairs getting ready for the first customers to come. I think he’s saying good-bye to Jean-Claude, too. Do you have any idea how much work goes into this place?”

“A lot. How would you know?”