“Who’s that?” Nyree asked, as she dipped her brush into the pail of cheery yellow paint they were using on the cafeteria walls. “Mason, inviting me to dinner.” Her stomach grumbled its vote, and she decided she’d change her plan for the night. Her intention had been to do what she’d done every night since Remy had left, which was go to his suite, shower, eat, and rest until it was time to work again. Tonight though, she couldn’t resist the prospect of someone else cooking. Mason and Amanda had invited her over every night, but she’d only gone the first night and had immediately left when Mason started trying to talk her out of a relationship with Remy. She was too tired, and too worried about Remy’s safety to tolerate Mason bashing him and what Harlow hoped was blossoming between them. Still, guilt bit hard each night when her brother texted. Tonight she’d surprise him and, hopefully, he’d be more respectful of her and Remy’s relationship.
