Chapter Seven

“What can I get for you?” She grinned at Remy as he settled onto the barstool three nights later.

Damn that man was fine. She wondered if she would ever get used to how hot he was. Maybe if they stayed together for many, many years she would, but that wasn’t going to happen. She feared she would go to her grave with him perfect in her brain.

Remy smiled, his lips curling into that half grin that made her a little breathless. “Get me a beer, ma crevette. How’s your evening going? Is Top treating you well?”

“I love it.” The people were all great. Javier Leones was the acting head chef and he ran a tight, but happy ship. She loved the family atmosphere. Every night after service they sat and ate together before cleaning up the place. No one did that in corporate America. No one cared. “I think I’m going to gain ten pounds this week though. Macon has been stress baking and I’m his go-to girl. Have you ever had bread pudding made with Krispy Kreme donuts? Because I did. I’m a little hopped up on sugar, babe.”

“I can tell,” he replied with a wink.

She grabbed a chilled stein and started the pour. “Did I mention how happy I am to have a job?”

“You might have a couple of times,” he replied with a wink that reminded her she’d paid him back in orgasms. “I’m happy to see you happy.”

She slid the stein in front of him. “Are you closing on the wharf tomorrow?”

His expression dimmed. “Yes. Uhm, it’s at three tomorrow. I’ll sign everything and it’ll be overnighted to the firm in Louisiana that’s handling the sale. It won’t take too long. I’ll be able to bring you to work. Don’t worry about that.”

Bittersweet. That was what this time would be. There were only so many days between them and it lent something primal to the time they did have. She wasn’t going to hide from it. She wasn’t going to pretend it wouldn’t happen. She would be grateful that she’d had this time where this amazing man had wanted her, had taken such sweet care of her. “I wasn’t worried. I want to make sure you don’t miss your meeting though. I understand how much making everything legal means to you. I don’t want you to be late. Linc can come and get me.”

A single brow rose over Remy’s eyes. “Linc? Why would he pick you up?”

Linc walked up, winking her way. He moved behind the bar. He was six foot four inches of pure ex-Special Forces, heavily accented with the PTSD crazy. Linc had light brown hair and broad shoulders and could probably be considered gorgeous, but now she compared everyone to Remy and no one could match. “I’ll be happy to pick Lisa up. I will absolutely make sure she gets to work on time.”

Remy was suddenly sitting up straighter than he had before.