“That’s sweet of you. They’d love that,” she said. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Remi.”

“I’m okay. I’m fine. We’ll talk when you come home…to a full house.”

He sighed, and she knew he hated leaving her upset.

“Brick. I’m okay. I’m just worried.”

“I know.”

“Thanks for letting my sister stay. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said, his voice low. “We should be out on the water in about half an hour, okay?”

“We’ll be looking for you.”

She disconnected and thumbed to her call log.

“Raj? I need a favor.”

“Alessandra, how’s the new piece?” he bellowed.

“Stop trying to get attention and start paying attention. I have an emergency, and you’re the only one who can help.”

“Tell me more,” he said around what she assumed was a mouthful of party appetizers.

“Camille Vorhees is there. I need you to get past her security and give her your phone.”

“No way, man. I just got it last week.”

“Not to keep. To talk to me.”

“That’s a stupid idea. I don’t know what went down with you two because you won’t tell me, but there’s no way this is going to do anything good for your rep.”

“I don’t care about my rep or how many cocktail shrimp you can fit in your mouth at once—”

“Actually, it’s sushi.”

“I need you to do this for me.”

“Fine. But if I get punched out by Mount Saint Helens in a suit for my troubles, you’re subletting your place to me.”

“Yeah. Fine. Whatever. Just do it. And be cool. Try not to get punched for once in your life.”

“Whatever.”

Remi gnawed on her thumbnail and waited as she listened to the background noises of a typical fundraising event. Just like one of the dozens she’d attended with Camille.

“Camille!” she heard Raj say. Her heart started to pound. This was the closest she’d been since the hospital. The sound was muffled, and she couldn’t make out anything that was being said.

Nearly a minute went by. Long enough for Remi to feel like she was going to barf.

“Hello?”

Relief crashed over her like a tidal wave. “Camille?”

“Remi? What are you doing? This isn’t safe.”

“I know. I just. Are you okay? Do you need help getting out?”

“I’m flattered,” Camille said brightly. “I’ll be happy to make an introduction between you and the designer.”

“Is your security there?” Remi asked.

“Yes, of course,” Camille said.

“I don’t know how to reach you. I’m on Mackinac. Warren said if I didn’t stay away—”

“My husband certainly appreciates your support.”

“How do I get you out?” Remi hissed.

“I need a moment,” Camille said to someone else, and Remi could imagine her friend pulling the Ice Queen routine with her security. “Remi, you can’t do this. You can’t make any kind of contact. It’s not safe.”

“You need to get out. Come to Mackinac. We can keep you safe. We can figure out a way to nail him for the accident. I know he’s hurting you again.”