“Well, you should expect your man here to feed you,” Taggart replied. “He’s doing all kinds of other things on your behalf, including forcing his coworkers to look into some legal case involving valet services. I was surprised when he called last night, but now I get it. This is new, I take it. I’m confused because you’ve been coming to play nights, but Lisa hasn’t.”

Shit. Tag thought he needed to know something so he’d stopped by on his way to work and run into Lisa, who naturally would want to know why he was here. He’d given her a line about the girls being worried about her only to discover Remy was here and not in his own apartment, where he should be. Now he seemed intent on giving Remy hell about it.

“It’s brand new,” he explained. “I moved in across the hall yesterday while I’m getting my house ready to sell. Lisa and I started talking and decided to spend some time together while we’re living in the same building.”

“It’s casual,” Lisa said breezily.

“We’re signing a contract this morning. It’s not that casual.” Had she changed her mind?

Lisa flushed again but this time he didn’t think it was embarrassment. “All right. It’s temporary, but not casual.”

“I’m glad you two seem to have worked out the important stuff.” Tag did not look impressed.

Lisa turned to Remy. She was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a tank top that showed off her luscious breasts. A silky kimono thing was wrapped around her, giving her a bohemian vibe he liked. That crazy mermaid hair of hers was in a bun on top of her head. Without a stitch of makeup on, she was still the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. “You called Big Tag about my old job?”

This was going to be sticky. Unless he played along. It would be natural. “I texted him last night. You can’t expect me to be in your bed and not look into this. That’s not the man I am. It’s not the Dom I am.”

“But the Dom you are lets her starve?” Taggart asked.

“I’ve been her damn Dom for less than twenty-four hours. I supplied the pizza,” he groused. “I haven’t had time to take her grocery shopping.”

“I don’t need him to…” She stepped back slightly, pointing her spatula their way. “Do you know you both look very intimidating right now? Way to Dom a girl. And Remy’s right. He hasn’t had a chance to go all freaky protective, get-all-up-in-my-business Dom on me. He did buy me a pizza before blowing my mind in bed. Four times.”

Remy actually felt himself flush. “He did not need to know that.”

“Was it a good pizza?” Tag asked.