Chapter 4
Lane was in the hallway outside Remy’s apartment, juggling bags of takeout from Lemon Cuisine to free one hand so he could open the door, when it opened for him. Remy stood in the doorway, and from the sour frown on his face, Lane knew he was pissed. Elbowing his way inside, Lane asked, “What is it?”
“Your friend has screwed us big time,” Remy announced.
By the way he said it, Lane knew he meant Chell. “What now?” Before Remy could reply, Lane added, “Can’t it wait until after we eat?”
Apparently not. Storming past Lane, Remy swept a handful of papers off the counter and brandished them like a summons. “She has all of us flying into Hawaii the week before Christmas,” he said, almost spitting in anger. “You and I come in one day early—one day, that’s all we get, and guess what
