“Who are you?” Remy asked, looking his brother up and down. “You look like my brother, but he’s usually dragging his ass home at this time of morning, not getting to work and looking like he actually had some sleep and a shower.”

Zep sighed. “I’m too old to not have a steady source of income and way too young to want a real job. So I’m hoping you’ll let me help out. I need cash to pay off my tickets. I think Armie’s serious about letting Roxie arrest me this time. Apparently you’re not allowed to park in front of other cars. Who knew that?”

“Everyone who took driver’s ed.” Remy pulled out her chair. “And yes, we can find something for you to do.”

“Awesome. I need five hundred,” Zep said.

Oh, that boy was beautiful, but it was time he learned how Lisa Daley ran a business. “Then you should get to work. Make sure you file all the proper tax papers. We don’t pay upfront.”

Remy grinned as he sat down across from her. “I’ll cut you a check on Friday for everything you do now through Thursday. Welcome to the real world, brother.”

His brother grumbled as he walked off.

“Tips are daily,” Lisa shouted. “And you get to keep what you make.”

Zep stopped and nodded. “Tips. I can make tips. All right then.”

Remy groaned. “Now he’ll expect me to leave him a twenty.”

“Well, he can be disappointed.” Her eyes kept straying to the bay.

“If I only have a little time, I’m not wasting any of it.” He tugged her hand until she was sitting on his lap. He looked down at her hand. “Please tell me you’re not going to carry that around like some trophy from battle.”

She’d forgotten she still had that piece of Josette in her hand. “What else would I do with it? I’m certainly not going to tickle you with it. I risked life and limb so she couldn’t touch you.”

He grinned, a decadent expression. “We can superglue it onto a nice-sized plug and I can introduce you to pony play.”

She threw it across the room. “Eww, you are deeply perverted.”

“That I am,” he replied, holding her close. “But I’m your pervert. Now, we’ve got some time before the rush is on. Let’s sit here and watch the bay.”

She cuddled up with her coffee and her man—for now.

Chapter Eleven

“Now, Josette says she’s going to sue, but I think that’s complete bunk because she doesn’t have the money to afford a lawyer and we all know her family’s reputation,” Seraphina was saying two days later as they sat together in the dining room of Guidry’s Pub House, established 1957.