Remy wasn’t having it. “It is a con if Marcelle is pretending to whammy people so you can charge to fix them. That is the exact definition of a con. Where is Zep?”

Delphine waved a hand. “Zep is a young man. He’s out exploring the world of possibilities waiting for him. He’s like the wind he’s named after, Remy.”

“What’s the stripper’s name?” Remy asked.

Sera shrugged. “He goes through them too fast for me to catch their names. He didn’t come because he thought you would be more comfortable here without him. I tried to tell him things change.”

“Oh, but Zep doesn’t change.” He seemed to catch sight of the toddler. He stopped, his whole face softening. “But there’s something that did. Luc? Buddy, how did you get so big?”

She stood there as she finished off her drink, listening to the family reunion and going twelve kinds of gooey because no one could resist a superhot alpha male with a baby in his arms.

Red Solo Cup #3

“I’m the king of the world!”

Yeah, that was just what she said when she rode Ferris wheels. Five times in a row.

Red Solo Cup #4

Lisa twirled around the dance floor, the music lifting her higher and higher. Or maybe it was the wine. She was already on the tipsy side. She’d met the mayor, who had a big hug for Remy and the offer to sit down over breakfast one day this week and talk about how to deal with their mommas and their new short con plans…er, business plans. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Remy having some intimate brunch with the lovely mayor, but it wasn’t like she had a choice.

Although he had been a gentleman all night. He’d brought her wine and cotton candy and made sure she ate some shrimp. Shrimp here meant life. Shrimping was a way of life.

And more than once she’d heard someone called ma crevette. It wasn’t some insult. It was a term of affection and endearment.

The wine was really strong. She promised this was her last glass. She’d danced with the mayor’s brother and the man who owned the hardware store. She’d been twirled around by the local priest, who was an excellent dancer and apparently also was good with moonshine. But dancing with Remy was the best. The song turned slow and suddenly he was there. He let her current partner know she would be unavailable for all slow dances and then took her in his arms and started to sway.

“Magical,” she said with a smile, looking up at him. “The whole place is magical.”