Page 44 of Forever Never
She pointed her straw at both of them. “You’re overthinking this.”
“Okay, smarty-pants,” Kimber said. “How do you suggest we enlist volunteers to do the visits?”
Remi dunked the straw back into her pink flamingo. She was starting to feel pretty darn good. “The same way every organization gets them. We force them into it.”
“Elaborate,” Brick demanded.
“We get together with a couple of islanders. The ones who lay the best guilt trips. Mira Rathbun. Dad. Bill House. Mayor Early,” she said, ticking the names off on her fingers. “We askthemto help recruit volunteers. Within a week, we’ll have more volunteers than we know what to do with.”
“And what will the three of us do?” Kimber asked, her eyes narrowing in consideration.
Remi shrugged. “I don’t know? Take the credit?”
Brick didn’t quite cover his laugh with a cough. “You never change, do you?”
Um. Ouch.“That remains to be seen,” she said haughtily.
Kimber’s phone vibrated again on the bar. This time she glanced at the screen. “Since you two have it all figured out, I guess I’ll take this.” She slid off her seat and headed for the hallway that led to the kitchen, office, and restrooms. “What is so important I couldn’t have ten minutes to myself, Kyle?” Remi heard her snap as she disappeared around the corner.
All did not appear to be well in the Olson family.
A plate of cheeseburger sliders, fries, and broccoli materialized in front of her.
Two large, capable-looking hands appeared on either side of the plate. “Eat.”
The man just couldn’t stand back and let her self-destruct.
“I didn’t order these,” she said, despite the fact that her stomach was now audibly growling over the scent of fresh red meat.
Brick loomed over her from across the bar. “You’ve had two drinks strong enough to put down a full-grown man, and you barely touched anything on your plate last night.”
“Stop looking at my plate.”
“Start eating.”
Remi pretended to rub at the corner of her eye with a middle finger.
“Play nice,” Darius coughed into his elbow.
Brick and Remi both paused long enough to glare at him.
Kimber interrupted the glaring contest. “I have to go,” she said, sliding her arms into the sleeves of her coat. “Apparently Kyle feels unequipped to feed the kids dinner.”
“Are you serious?” Remi asked. She caught the subtle shake of Brick’s head and shut her mouth. “I mean. Okay. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Why?” Kimber frowned, pulling on her jacket.
“Because we’re sisters, and if Kyle needs an ass-kicking, I want to be a part of it,” Remi told her.
Kimber paused, and for a second, the mask slipped from her face. There was something softer and sadder in her eyes.
“Thanks, Rem.” Her sister turned to the men behind the bar. “Boys, it was a pleasure as always.”
She reached for her wallet, but Remi waved her off. “I’ve got the tab. You go save the day.”
Kimber eyed her as she tugged her braid out of her coat. “You sure?”
“Yeah. Go be Super Kimber.”
