He fastened his jeans. “You’re too soft hearted, Daley. And I’ve heard old Jacques tried to sign up until the company told him his riding lawn mower didn’t qualify. Don’t laugh. It’s a real nice one.” The phone started up again and Remy groaned. “I’ll be right back and we can take this upstairs. I’ve got some toys I want to play with.”

And they had a serious discussion to have. They could do it naked and wrapped up in each other. She watched as he hustled back to the office.

How could she leave him?

She put on her jeans and dragged her T-shirt over her head in case that really was Zep in need of a ride. Although knowing she was likely safe, Remy might not insist she go with him. Of course, it wasn’t like she didn’t have a choice. She could simply slide into the front of the truck beside him and he wouldn’t leave her behind.

She sighed and straightened up the table. If he was going to end every night by throwing her on some random table, she’d better get good at putting everything back together. First she wiped it all down, spraying anti-bac everywhere. She carefully reset the basket, making sure they hadn’t broken any of the condiment jars. Settling the menu back in place, she stopped and really looked at the back of the menu for the first time.

Guidry’s didn’t have some fancy menu like Top that changed every day and got printed on heavy cardstock. These menus had been printed on regular paper and laminated. The front announced all the options for burgers, gumbo, jambalaya, and the plethora of meats Michel could throw in a fryer. But the back was all about history. She stared at the pictures. There was one of a couple in a black and white photo standing in front of a smaller Guidry’s. The bar had been roughly half the space and incidental to the wharf. The couple had their arms around each other, smiling proudly in front of their business baby.

Remy’s grandparents.