“I dropped your drink.” She didn’t move to get up. Nope. There was no reason to. She was covered in perfectly made daiquiri, man sweat, and glitter that might have gotten into her lungs, and there was zero reason to get up. She could die right here. And she knew it had been Remy who’d ordered the drink because it only made sense. Bad things happened to her when he was around. “Jazz can make you another one.”

“Don’t worry about that right now, chère.” His blue eyes looked her over with what seemed like genuine concern.

A whole bunch of guys she thought were probably McKay-Taggart employees stared down at her.

And then Jai was staring at her. “Jesus, Lisa, that’s Billy Caruth. His dad owns this place.”

She didn’t move. She might have gone a little numb, actually. “I’m fired, aren’t I?”

She suddenly felt strong arms lifting her up and she was cradled against Remy’s big body.

“Yeah, I don’t think you’re right for this job,” Jai replied with a frown.

Story of her life.

Jazz strode up, shaking her head. She counted out a bunch of ones. “Don’t spend it all in one place, princess.”

Forty bucks. She’d made forty bucks in seven hours, would probably get sued by a douchebag, and now had to deal with the hottest man she’d ever met.

All in all, not the worst day of her life, and that was pretty shitty when she thought about it.

* * * *

Remy looked down at her as they made it to the parking lot. She didn’t seem to weigh a thing in his arms. It took all he had not to crack a smile. She looked completely shocked, her eyes fixated on someplace in the distance, her hands clutching a bunch of sad, crumpled ones. Her sweet face was covered in glitter of all colors. Somehow she’d gotten a napkin stuck to her hair. He was not going to mention that it made her look a bit like a unicorn.

She was so cute he could almost eat her up. He wanted to cuddle her and promise her that everything was going to be all right. He wanted to tell her he’d been an ass and she needed help and he was very, very interested in being helpful to her. Shit, it was right on the tip of his tongue to whisper to her that she could count on him.

Then she blinked and he caught sight of the hollow look in her eyes. “I forgot my purse. I have to have my purse.”

Shane jogged up, carrying what looked like an expensive handbag. “Got it. Wow, that dude will be lucky to use his arm after what you did to him. That’ll teach him to touch you again, hot shot.”