“Find me a new team, Remy. You put together this one and it was a great group.” Taggart took a long swig from his beer. “Do it for me again. Train them. Shane and Wade are too busy working. Give me a month of your time a year for the next several years and I’ll keep you from having to take out more loans. This was the deal Julian Lodge made with me a long time ago and it worked out pretty well. Besides, you know you miss it. Fill the douche again, Remy.”

Taggart’s smile this time was pure amusement, and Remy realized he would be cool with the ridiculous nicknames if it put that smile on Big Tag’s face.

How had he gotten so damn lucky? He’d worried he would have to take out another loan, but this did solve his problems. And there was nothing he wanted to do more for his old friend than give him a new team he could rely on. He held out a hand. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Taggart shook it and sighed with seeming relief. “Thank god. If I had to take one more interview I was going to murder someone. Kala, your sister’s hair is not a rope to climb on. Seth, stop eating dirt.” He stood and nodded toward one of the women watching the kids. “I swear those kids are going to be the death of me.”

“They will if you keep having them. What’s this? Number four? And Erin’s pregnant again. Are you building your own army?” He started back toward the barn.

“Charlie promises me this is the last, but I get a feeling that’s not how it’s going to work out,” Taggart said, still smiling. “And I’m damn happy for my brother. They’ve been trying for a while. This is definitely their last, but at least Theo will be here for this one. I pray it’s a girl. I’m the only one who walks around in a tiara. I forgot I had it on the other day. My brothers never let me forget. Well, hello, Mrs. Guidry, you’re looking lovely.”

Lisa slipped a hand in his. “Thank you. I’m happy to see everyone again. It feels like a reunion.”

Big Tag wrapped an arm around his wife. “We should have them more often. Family is too important to let it drift away. Time and distance, those are our real enemies. Come on, Charlie. Let’s show them how a tall white dude with absolutely no rhythm does it.”

Charlotte was laughing as her husband led her off.

Remy leaned over and kissed his wife. “How about we show them how the Cajuns do it, chèrie?”

“We definitely do it with style,” she said as he started for the dance floor. “Did he ask you to come back on a limited basis?”