Of course it was an odd bar, or maybe Lisa simply hadn’t been around many family-friendly bars. Sera had marched in, gone to one of the storage closets, and hauled out a playpen. She’d set it up in the middle of the bar and before long little Luc was playing with a friend, a girl who looked to be roughly his age and whose momma was enjoying a burger and fries with a friend nearby.

“She’s suing me? But I just got here. I can’t already have a lawsuit.” Was Mitch licensed in Louisiana? He was the only lawyer she knew. “And I sent her hair back along with a very nice note.”

Seraphina and Delphine had shown up around one in the afternoon, clearly needing to talk to someone, and that someone was Lisa. They’d pounced the minute she’d walked out of the kitchen. She was spending the day getting in touch with some of the main processes. Not that anyone who worked at Guidry’s understood what they did was a process. She’d spent the past few days meeting the five employees on the payroll. And dealing with the one who wasn’t. Zep was awfully good at flirting with the women. Not as great at actually fulfilling orders.

She woke up at the crack of dawn and Remy was already out of bed. She fell into bed after midnight and Remy was still hard at work. After that first night, she’d convinced him he didn’t have to stay on the couch. She would wake up and there would be a mug of coffee sitting on her nightstand and a warm pillow to her other side, but no Remy rocking her world.

He’d told her he would give her time. Oh, when she saw him, he would hug her and kiss the top of her head, but she was kind of going crazy because being close to the man made her hormones explode.

Sera grinned. “She’s claiming you’ve given her PTSD. Now, I’ve seen actual PTSD and it doesn’t involve sitting around and crying over that piss-poor wig of hers.”

Delphine waved a hand through the air with dramatic flair. “I can cure her of it if she would only let me. There’s a demon attached to that girl. Only I can convince that demon to flee. But she says twenty-five dollars is too expensive. Do you think I’m pricing myself out of the market, Lisa? Remy tells me you’re a business guru.”

Oh, she was not going to be the business advisor to a psychic. “I think that sounds perfectly reasonable. I know if I had a demon attached to me, I would fork that twenty-five over pretty quickly.”

“She doesn’t have a demon attached. She’s got FOMO,” Sera said.