Of course the best times were when his pop-pop would lift him up and walk him around. He reached down and hauled Luc up. “Hey, buddy. You getting bored in there? We’ll put you to work. We can go see what Lisa is doing. Look real cute now. You’re one of my best weapons in this war. You have to balance out Otis and your other uncle.”

He started toward the patio but stopped. The sun was coming in at just the right angle and he held his breath. This was it. This was what he saw when he had the vision of his woman, of the life he could have. He’d never seen her face before, but it was her. He knew it deep down in his soul.

She came through the door, her sweet, sexy form backlit by the sun. His heart nearly stopped as she cleared the shadows and he watched her smile up at him.

“You looked awfully manly handling that gator.” She ruffled Luc’s hair. “Gotta go and get the drinks ready. I think that’s going to be a rowdy crowd.”

He watched her walk away.

And wondered how he could ever let her go.

Chapter Twelve

Remy locked the door and turned off the overhead lights.

Another day done.

A big low-hanging moon illuminated the bay, the light slipping across the dining room floor. On a night like this, he could sit and watch the bay for hours, letting the peace of the gently rocking waves fill his soul. This was what he’d come back for.

A deep sense of satisfaction filled him. It had been a profitable day. Zep had even seemed pleased. He’d walked out with a hundred and twenty dollars in tips after working two shifts. Whether he would use that cash to actually pay off his tickets had yet to be seen. The last time Remy had caught a glimpse of his younger brother, he’d been heading out with a set of red-haired twins. He’d promised to come back to finish closing up the marina, but Remy was fairly certain his brother would conveniently forget now that he had some cash.

But things were working and he rather thought they were working because of the woman currently counting cash and documenting the day on the laptop they used for accounting.

She was standing at the bar, her face illuminated with the light from the laptop. So damn pretty and she worked hard. “Can I finish for you?”

She looked up, her face softening. “I’m almost done. I loaded some accounting software. The program Jean-Claude was using was old and not very adaptable. I like to write my own code for some of this. We’ll be able to see the data in a couple of different ways when we come to the end of the week, month, and quarter.”