A loud knock from the front of the house made her start. She wiped away the tears on her cheeks. They were good tears, happy and relieved because she’d made her decision.

The knocking started again. How late was it?

She crossed the space with absolutely no intention of opening that door. There was a security monitor that would show who was out there and then Remy could deal with them. It was after midnight and if this was someone come looking for a drink, he would have to go somewhere else. Maybe Remy would drag him away and toss him back into the bayou like Otis.

“Remy? Remy, it’s Armie. I need to talk to you,” a deep voice said.

She glanced at the security station. Sure enough, the sheriff was standing at the front door and it looked like he’d brought some friends.

She couldn’t keep the sheriff out. God, what if something had happened to Zep or Seraphina? Or Remy’s mom? Her heart started to race and she found the keys.

“Remy, the sheriff’s here,” she called out. She wasn’t sure he could hear her from his office. Her hands shaking slightly, she managed to get the door open.

Armie stood there, a frown on his face. “Lisa, these men are here with a warrant to take you into custody.”

She looked at the officers behind him and knew her time was up.

Chapter Thirteen

Remy jogged into the office, thinking of all the ways he could murder his brother. No one else would call this damn late. Once Zep was gone, there would be no one to interrupt his playtime. Well, no one except all the other members of his family.

He would have ignored them all for Lisa, but his girl wouldn’t have it. Of all the things that might tempt a woman to marry him, his insane family hadn’t even been on the list. How odd that it might be the exact thing to push him over the top. Someway, somehow, his Lisa had fit right in as though they’d been missing an important piece, the piece that made them functional, and now that it was slotted in, they were back in motion. Unstuck. Sera smiled more, had matured into a good mother. His momma adored Lisa and she’d softened up. Even Zep was more tolerable while Lisa was around.

He picked up the landline and looked over to his cell. He’d forgotten to charge it earlier and had plugged it in when they’d closed. The screen glowed in the dark of the office and fear crept up his spine.

Ten messages. Why would someone leave him ten messages?

“This is Guidry,” he said as he tried to see who’d called his cell.