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Chapters (27)
  1. Book Description
  2. About Lexi Blake
  3. Also from Lexi Blake
  4. Foreword from Rebecca Zanetti
  5. Acknowledgments from the Author
  6. Table of Contents
  7. Prologue
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Epilogue
  23. Discover the Lexi Blake Crossover Collection
  24. Discover the World of 1001 Dark Nights
  25. Protected
  26. Momento Mori
  27. On behalf of 1001 Dark Nights,

Remy winked her way. Their wedding had been nothing like this, but it had been his best day. He stepped outside the barn. There was a temporary playground where the crazed army of lunatic children roared and several harried adults watched after them.

Sitting to the side, a beer in his hand, was Ian Taggart, his eyes on the kids. His mind…well, that was likely somewhere else.

“Hey, boss. How are you doing?”

Taggart was silent for a moment. “I’m all right.”

“Do I have to say it?”

“If you do, I’ll likely figure out a way to shove this beer bottle straight up your ass,” he growled and then sat back and sighed. “I’m fine, Remy. I just need some time. I don’t handle change well and we’ve had a whole lot of change lately.” He stood up suddenly. “Kala, baby girl, let that little boy out of those ropes right now. Now. I don’t care if you’re playing superheroes and villains.”

He stalked over and came back with a small length of rope in his hand.

“I have no idea where she got that,” Tag said with a shake of his head. “And I always knew Jesse’s kid would end up being a sub. Never tell Charlie I said that.”

At least the big guy was still sarcastic and a little afraid of his wife. It was good to know some things never changed. Remy eased onto the bench beside his former boss. “You know you have to replace us, right?”

Taggart’s expression never changed. “I could shut everything down and live the hobo life. That’s always a choice.”

Remy chuckled at the thought of the Taggart clan riding the rails. “I don’t know that Charlotte’s shoes survive that experiment.”

Tag’s lips curled up. “Yeah, well, she loves her shoes. Listen, I might have found a way to solve both our problems.”

“I have problems?” Remy asked. He had several but he wasn’t aware of any Tag could fix unless he had some skills Remy didn’t know about.

“A little birdie told me you need a new refrigeration unit and you lost two boats in the storm a couple of weeks ago. Someone didn’t have insurance.”

“Yeah, Jean-Claude let that lapse.” It had been an oversight. Business was tough. His business was complex, with a thousand moving parts, but then Taggart should know that. “We didn’t realize the boats weren’t covered, and that fridge is a million years old. Was.”