She touched her chest with her free hand. He didn’t mention that it caused something to fall out of her hair. “My daiquiri was perfect. Fucking perfect, asshole. I even made my own syrup. I was great for that job and you came in here and fucked it up for me.”

There was something about hearing those filthy words coming from her pretty mouth that settled him. She’d always been polite around him, so ladylike, but there was a genuine woman in there and he’d hurt her. He’d been less than kind and he hadn’t meant to be that. “Lisa, I’m sorry, but that is not the place for you. You don’t belong there, chèr…damn it. You don’t belong there, ma crevette.” My little shrimp. He couldn’t help it. It was what he did when he was being affectionate, and she did have a shrimp hanging on her shoulder, though it wasn’t petite. Cherry Pies believed in jumbo sizes for their crustaceans. “Let me take you home. Please. I’ll call around and I swear I’ll help you find another job tomorrow if that’s what you need. I know some people. That’s what you need, right? You need a job?”

He’d been an ass and he meant to have the story, but it was obvious he’d been wrong.

“Yeah, I need a job. I have an MBA and I can’t find a job.” She looked down at her shoes. “I’ve been out of work for six months and it’s getting bad. I had some savings, but I’ve gone through it. I turned in my car a few weeks ago rather than have it be repossessed. I’m at the point where I’m not sure if I can buy groceries next week. I only have an apartment because my brother insists on either paying for it or moving me in with my sister Lila and her creepy boyfriend.”

Creepy boyfriend hadn’t popped up at the meeting. Remy would have to look into that. “Why don’t you ask Will for more money? From what I understand Bridget has plenty.”

It wasn’t surprising that he would know her brother and sister-in-law. They were regulars at Sanctum and Will often joked that his knowledge of the human brain and how to fix it paid nothing compared to his wife’s knowledge of how five men could penetrate a woman simultaneously.

Her eyes came up and he recognized something fierce there. Pure pride. “Do you go to your siblings for money? Do you ask for handouts, Remy?”

Hell no, he did not. “No. So let me help you. Help isn’t charity. Help is…well, it’s simply what we should do for each other. If I was walking down the road at night, would you stop and pick me up?”