Remy (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 4)

“Are you going to get in trouble for me being here?”

“No, honey, no. That’s not how it works. So, let’s talk about what happened.”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to be honest with you, Lark. It’s not good that he saw you. You have an impact,” I told her.

“An impact,” she repeated, brows furrowing.

“Oh, come on. You know you are gorgeous. And the red hair, it is memorable.”

“I could dye it,” she said, but sounded heartsick over the idea.

“If he got your plates, dying your hair isn’t going to make much of a difference,” Teddy said, making me realize he was still there.

“He’s not wrong,” I agreed.

“So, what? Do I go to the police? I mean… could they show up at my house?”

“That’s possible,” I told her, watching the fear work its way across her face.

“But… what am I supposed to do? I have all these animals. It’s not like I can stay at a hotel.”

“You weren’t planning on keeping all the dogs, were you?”

“No. I mean, I’m sort of partial to my little savior over there,” she said, smiling over at the tan pittie in his exercise pen. “And I want to keep Alma. But I am hoping to be able to find a reputable rescue to take them in, so they can test and train them appropriately, given their background.”

“And your savior…”

“I mean, it will depend on how he is with my dogs. And I am aware he likely needs extensive training. I just… I want to try, I guess. But even if I don’t get to keep him, I still have three dogs and a litter on the way to deal with. I can’t just up and leave my life.”

“I understand that.”

“He has a zoo himself,” Teddy added.

“I mean, I guess I could try to find like a temporary rental. But I would still need to work to pay for it.”

My gaze slid over to Teddy, finding his mind already working.

“I have a place you can stay in for a while. No rent,” Teddy offered.

“What? No. No, I can’t accept that. That’s too much.”

“Sweetheart, let me let you in on a little secret,” I said, waiting for her gaze to slide back to me. “Teddy over there is rich. Like stinking rich. Probably doesn’t know all the addresses to the houses he owns, kind of rich. Could have his yacht sunk without stressing about it rich. Trust me when I tell you that he isn’t going to be hurting by offering you and your animals a place to crash.”

“I mean, thank you so much,” Lark said, pressing a hand to her heart. “But even if I can do that, I still have to worry about work.”

“Where do you work?”

“The Main Squeeze. My parents own it. I run the one in Miami.”

“You’re Sid and Laura’s kid?” Teddy asked.

“You know my parents?” Lark asked, brows raising.

“Teddy knows everyone who runs in certain circles.”

“I don’t know-them, know them, but I have seen them at events in the past. They’re semi-retired now, right?”