His sensual lips curled up as though he could read her mind, and every thought she sent his way made him the tiniest bit more arrogant. And he was arrogant enough before. “Yes, this certainly is a surprise. You visiting someone here?”

She should say yes and then move out tonight. Pack everything up and run. Unfortunately, that would mean moving in with her married brother or sister and disrupting their lives, or with Lila and murdering her boyfriend. If only she had a car… Homelessness had never been more appealing. “No, I live here. 4B. Home sweet home. I suppose you’re helping to move a friend in.”

Someone had to have been holding the other half of that couch. Maybe she was going to get lucky and this was just one bro helping another. No big deal. They weren’t even particularly good friends, so he wouldn’t be around much. Maybe he’d lost a bet and he didn’t even like the person who was moving here. She could live with that.

“Not at all. This is home sweet home. Temporarily,” he replied, his hands on his lean hips. “My house is being extensively renovated so I can put it on the market. It could be a few months before I can move, so here I am. It’s nice to see a friendly face.”

Wow. He had two houses. That must be nice. And it was good to know her face was friendly. She’d been afraid it was twelve kinds of horrified. She still had it, the ability to not show her emotions on her sleeve. It boded well that she would be able to get through her interview without crying. “Yeah, well, welcome to the…hi.”

Another man was standing behind him, his partner in getting that comfy leather sofa into the apartment. He was a lovely man wearing a T-shirt and jeans and sneakers, his hair neatly kept. Fit and handsome, she couldn’t help but smile his way. He was a hottie. Too bad he had horrible taste in friends.

That was a terrible thing to think. Just because Remy Guidry hadn’t been interested in her didn’t make him a bad man.

The man who would have been considered very big had he not been standing next to Remy moved around the sofa, holding out his hand. “Hi, we haven’t met. I’m Shane. I work with Remy at McKay-Taggart. I drew the short straw and had to help him move.”

He worked with Remy, but he wasn’t a regular at Sanctum. She’d remember seeing him there. He looked friendly and normal. Handsome, but her heart didn’t threaten to explode from looking at him. She reached out and took his hand, shaking it with a smile. “Hi, Shane. I’m Lisa.”