She could understand that. “I get it. I worked super hard for my MBA and I was miserable at my first job. All I did was look at numbers. I’m good with numbers, but I need something more. I think you’ll feel better when you get to the actual work. You enjoyed it when you were a kid, right?”

“I loved that place more than anything,” he admitted. “I would run from the school bus straight to the wharf. My momma would yell at me, but I wanted to be there so bad. I didn’t want to miss anything.”

“Give it some time. Let yourself get back into a groove and I think you’ll be all right. Some things do change, and it seems like these people know they didn’t treat you right the first time around.”

“They were angry,” he admitted. “From what I can tell, Jean-Claude did things differently after I joined up. He was angry with me for leaving him there alone. Hell, the whole town was. They expect more out of my family. If we fail, the town fails. I do get that. I hope you can teach me some business sense before you leave.”

She didn’t like that word. Leave. She’d just gotten here. She didn’t want to think about leaving. “I think we’ve got some time. And you probably know more than you think you do. Did I mention I really liked the wine?”

He chuckled and pulled her close. She loved it when he wrapped those big arms around her and squeezed like he couldn’t help himself. She loved how big he was, how her head settled on his chest when he swayed and moved them across the dance floor.

He stiffened suddenly, all that grace stopping on a dime.

Lisa turned and realized they weren’t alone. They’d made it to the edge of the dance floor and a lovely woman wearing what had to be a designer dress stood looking at Remy like she was something out of a gothic painting—the tragic heroine, the one who’d lost her lover to the evil villain’s plans. She was only a few inches shorter than Remy and had the kind of blonde hair that Swedish supermodels wished for. Coupled with the ridiculously banging bod and classically beautiful face, she was one of the most stunning women Lisa had ever seen.

“Hello, Remy,” she said.

Even her fucking voice was lyrical.

“Hello, Josette.”

The world was a little on the hazy side. Remy was right about the wine. It was strong. So were her feelings about Remy’s ex-wife, the tragic beauty.

“I was hoping we could find somewhere quiet. I think we need to talk,” she said, completely ignoring Lisa. “You’ve been ignoring my calls. You can’t ignore me forever.”