Remy yawned, covering his mouth with his hand as he settled into one of the chairs. It was barely six in the morning. They didn’t open for an hour. Oh, the regulars knew how to get around that if they needed something, but the tourists wouldn’t show up for a bit. “Why are you two here? I thought Jean-Claude was ditching this town first thing he could and, Zep, don’t you sleep until afternoon?”

“I had to come once I found out I had a brand spanking new sister-in-law.” Zep was sitting across from him, one long leg crossed over the other. Despite his late night, Zep looked fresh as a daisy. Which turned out to be the name of the stripper he’d spent the night with. Daisy No Last Name. His younger brother was still raising hell. “I would also like to protest the horrible unfair treatment I get. Lisa and Josette go at it in the middle of the square and Armie lets them off with a warning that young ladies shouldn’t fight over men. I get into one tiny barroom brawl and I spend the night in his incredibly unclean jail cell. It’s discrimination, I tell you.”

Discrimination, his ass. Remy downed a good shot of the chicory. “Lisa had a bit too much to drink and was merely attempting to ensure that Josette understood our relationship.”

Remy didn’t understand their relationship. One minute she could never trust him again, the next she was clinging to that platinum blonde extension like it was gold she’d won in a tournament. She’d wanted to know if they had a contract. She’d been the one to introduce herself as his fiancée. Oh, he’d known that was what everyone suspected—even Josette, who’d pretended to have never heard the name Lisa before. He’d known he would have to dismiss that rumor, but now maybe he didn’t. There was a good chance that she would be so embarrassed by the night before that she would actually go through with a wedding. At least he thought there was a chance. He was willing to take it. He would take her any way he could. Of course, he was also well aware that she would be back up and ready for a fight this morning.

“Damn, now I wish I’d been there,” Zep said.

“And why weren’t you?” Remy eyed his younger brother. “Sera gave me some song and dance about how you weren’t sure of your welcome.”