"Hel-ll-lloooo, gorgeous." The gargoyle stopped right in front of Aldara and held out his hands. "I'm Remy Rocher. If any of these other stuffed shirts gives you any trouble, you let me know. I've got enough dirt on all of them to keep them in line."
"Knock it off, Remy," Marc muttered from behind him. "You're married, remember?"
"Never forget it. Very happily, too." He winked outrageously at Aldara. "But that doesn't keep me from appreciating a work of art when I see one. Besides, Mari's excited about having another shifter come visit for a while. I'm under direct orders to be nice to Ms. Cromlech." Another wink.
Aldara laughed - she couldn't help it. Under the charming exterior, Remy's eyes glinted with shrewd intelligence. She could see him taking stock of everything and filing it aw
