“Remy…”
“And her last name is Peters.”
“Why not just tell me that to begin with? Now I can work faster. Thanks so much.”
Remy ignored the sarcasm. “There’s a chance I could need backup. I’ll send you my current address. I strongly suspect the fake Fed might make another appearance soon.”Despite the fact that I told him to keep his ass away.“I plan to stick close to Jacqueline, but if he comes back with a team, I need someone on my six.”
“Oh, so you can’t just magically take down a whole team on your own? So disappointed. Your skills are slipping.”
Remy considered the situation. He was glad Eric had said something. “You know what? You’re probably right. Scratchthe backup. I can handle these jerks in my sleep.” He ambled through the cabin and back to the base of the stairs. Looked up. “The chitchat has been fun, but I’ve got a dress to go and burn.”
“What?”
“Not like she has a lot of other clothing options, unfortunately. She had to cut out of New Orleans in a hurry.”
“Back up, man. Did you say you were burning a dress?”
That was the plan. A bonfire at the earliest opportunity. “Kiss that beautiful wife of yours for me, will you?”
“Forget my wife—”
Smiling at the snarl of anger from Eric, Remy hung up.
***
“Sonofabitch,” Eric growled as he glared at the phone in his hand—and the sketch of the woman that now filled his screen.
“What’s wrong?” Piper asked as she appeared in his study’s doorway.
At her voice, he looked up. He wasn’t at the Wilde office today. He’d been at home, intending to enjoy some quality time with his family. Then, of course, Remy had called.Kiss that beautiful wife of yours for me, my ass.
“Got a last-minute client,” he told Piper. The sketch he had was incredibly detailed, probably better than any photo would ever be, but that was Remy for you. The man had mad artistic skills, and he generally chose to use those skills in illegal endeavors.
Or, hehad.But Remy was supposed to be turning over a new leaf.
A frown pulled at Piper’s brows. “You seem worried.”
He was. When Remy was involved, Eric worried. But in this instance, he knew exactly who to put on the case. He could geta tech agent to trace down the woman’s background info and, as far as having someone on Remy’s six… “I have it handled.”
Piper crossed to his side, moving with grace even as she put a hand to her rounded belly. Almost at the seven-month mark.
“God, you are beautiful,” he said, momentarily forgetting Remy.
“I’m waddling like a drunk duck. I lost my ankles weeks ago, and you’re an insane man.” She cupped his chin. Leaned up and kissed him. “But I love you.”
He kissed her back. Sensually, tenderly, with all the love that he felt. Piper was his world. Had been for as long as he could remember. Always would be. Piper and the kids—they were his joy. He would do anything to protect them and preserve the life he had with them.Anything.
Piper eased back but blinked when she caught his expression. “What’s wrong?”
He forced a smile for her. “Nothing.” He’d just realized that for the first time since he’d known Remy, the guy had reached outdirectlyfor help. Not help for his family—Remy’s family was a twisted and dark story of its own—but for a woman. Was the mighty Remy falling?
“Take care of your client.” Piper turned away. “But you’d better hurry. Don’t forget your brother is due to stop by any minute for breakfast.”
He typed out a fast text to a new Wilde agent. A hire he’d made personally. Remy wanted someone he could trust on his six? Eric had the perfect guy in mind. Eric sent out the job order, the location address, and their client’s name to the new hire.
The response was immediate…
You are shitting me.