When they returned to the hotel, a large Hawaiian man waited for them in the lobby. Actually, large was an understatement. He was a good head and shoulders taller than both Remy and Lane; for the first time in years, Remy had to look up at someone, and it made him feel very insecure. Also, the man was huge—and there was no sugar-coating it, no way Kate could shrug off his weight. His arms literally spanned the entire length of the couch in the hotel’s lobby, and when he stood, he just seemed to keep on standing. It was like watching a mountain move.
He turned towards them, and Remy’s smile froze in place. The man had a thick, black tribal tattoo stenciled on his face—it started on his forehead, encircled his left eye, and flowed down onto his cheek like some sort of warrior mark. That’s g
