Page 48 of Filthy Little Regrets

These guys. They’re worse than a group of women gossiping at high tea. Remy is the only one who seems to have any sense at all. I glance at the bodyguard, who’s pretending to scroll through his phone, but the hard set of his jaw and tension in his shoulders tells me his focus is elsewhere. Tony is also fidgety. Every time a truck drives by, his hand inches toward the gun at his hip. The windows of Orion Investigations are nice, offering an amazing view of the street, only there are hundreds of pedestrians walking by throughout the day. Seeing as they treat everyone and everything as the enemy, they’re both probably a mess of nerves.

Leaning over, I hit the button on the wall next to my desk, which lowers the blackout sunshades. Remy glances over at the lowering shades, cuts his eyes to mine, then looks back at his phone, shoulders slightly relaxing. That’s as much of a thank you as I’ll get. He’s not much for talking.

Tony exhales loudly. “Thank fuck.”

“You’re welcome,” I tell him, voice saccharine, and turn back to Rose. “What else did you hear while spying?”

“Not much,” she admits with a frown. “Crue started complaining about a woman, and I checked out.”

I hum. That seems like something Crue would do. “How does your husband feel about you sneaking around?”

She wiggles her eyebrows. “Hefeltwonderful.”

Looking at the error message on the screen one last time, I hand back her phone. “Ugh, I hate you and your perfect relationship.”

That makes her burst out laughing. “Please.” She puts the device back in her purse. “It’s far from perfect.”

“Oh yeah, when was your last fight?”

“Yesterday. Dare moved the salt shaker on purpose,” she says with an irritated huff.

“No, I mean a real fight.”

Frowning, she twists her lips to the side and thinks. The pause extends long enough that I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Case in point. Remy?”

His head swings up, one eyebrow raising in question.

“Do they fight?”

“Not since the incident.”

Right. We don’t talk about what wasbeforetheir sickening happily ever after. “See? Remy gets it,” I tell Rose.

“Enough about my relationship, let’s talk about yours. I heard you’re saying ‘I do’ tonight.” Her smile is so big, I can see every one of herI paid good money for thesedazzling white teeth.

“How do you know about that?”

“Macy told me.”

I laugh at the nickname. Mace would hate it.

“I remember my first ‘I do,’” she says with a dreamy sigh.

“Remind me again how excited you were.”

She slants her eyes at me. “Don’t give me attitude,missy. Mace invited me to be a witness, but I wanted to check with you first. Are you okay with that?”

“Rose, of course I want you there. You’re the only family I have.”

Her features soften as she reaches to grasp my hand. “I love you, too, and our food is getting cold.”

“Such sweet words for you, lover,” I tease her.

“Shh, don’t say that too loudly in front of Remy. He’s a tattletale.”

“Ha.” There’s exactly zero amusement in that sharp, grunted word from Remy.

Rose and I exchange devious looks and proceed to taunt Remy and Tony while we share lunch. It’s almost normal. Almost like I don’t know she might be going to jail unless I get dirt on Mace. Almost like I’m not being forced into marriage. Normal? Not quite, but almost.

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