is full of holes, but I remember a few things. I frown, trying to bring the details in stronger. “There was a man . . . he was asking about Toni.”
My sister looks at Dev. “I think she deserves to know what happened.”
“I agree,” he says, shrugging. “Do you want to tell her or should I?”
May looks down at me with her most tender expression. “Do you remember coming to work on Monday?”
“Monday? Yeah, sure. Today is Monday, isn’t it?”
“No,” she shakes her head, “it’s Wednesday. You’ve been kind of out of it for a couple of days.”
“Coma?” I say with hushed awe. I am so in a movie right now.
She smiles. “No. Drugs.”
I don’t know why that disappoints me. Maybe because telling a story about falling into a coma is a lot more interesting than telling a story about being so drugged up on pharmaceuticals you can’t remember anything for two whole days. I went from hero to zero, just like that. Boo.
“What happened?” I ask, not even sure I want to hear the story now.
“You came to work early on Monday, and there was a not-very-nice guy waiting there for Toni. But when he saw you, I guess he decided he was going to try to get some information out of you to help him find her.”
“Why was he waiting for Toni?”
May’s mouth twists up for a couple seconds before she finally answers. “He’s the brother of a man she killed. In self-defense. Mostly self-defense, anyway. He was out for revenge.”
My eyes nearly fall out of my head. “Killed? Seriously?” I look at Dev for confirmation. He nods and then leans in.
“He’s the same person who put a big dent in the door on your first day. Do you remember that?”
I look at him and smile. “How could I forget? You falsely imprisoned me in your lame-ass, Hotel California panic room for, like, hours and hours.”
He glances up at May. “I don’t think she’s remembering things correctly. I think that head injury has done some permanent damage.”
I try to reach up to poke him, but my vision isn’t the greatest right now. His beautiful face blurs and dances away.
He takes my hand and kisses my fingers, bringing his face back into focus. “No hitting,” he says. “There’ll be no more violence in your life. I’m putting an end to it today.”
I pull my hand away. “What does that mean?”
May steps into the conversation. “We can talk about it later.”
Dev shakes his head. “No. It’s already decided. She’s not coming back.”
I glare at him. “Are you trying to tell me I’m not working at Bourbon Street Boys anymore?” I look over at my sister. “Can he do that? Can he fire me?” Panic starts to grow. Fired? Again? But what about the team? And Ozzie? And Little Miss Kickass who needs to tell me the story about how she killed someone? And Thibault and Lucky and his goldfish, Sunny? I feel like I’m losing my whole family in one fell swoop.
She shakes her head. “No, he can’t fire you, and I don’t think that’s what he’s trying to do anyway.” She glares at Dev and then raises her eyebrows and nods. She’s encouraging him to do something, but I don’t know what.
I turn my attention to Dev. “What’s going on?”
He sighs and looks down at the bed. Then he lifts his head and locks eyes with me. “You were worried about working with us because of the risks involved. On your first day, you got locked in the panic room. In your second week, you were taken hostage outside the front door. It seems like you’re always in the wrong place at just the right time. I don’t think I can handle the stress. I’ve been seriously worried about you.”
I can’t help but smile. He is so sweet. And so adorable, thinking he can boss me around like that. I reach up and stroke his cheek. “You are so cute. But you have a lot to learn about women.”
My sister points at me. “This woman in particular.” She drops her voice to a whisper, but she’s still really loud. “Stubborn.”
I ignore her. “I know that I’ve had some seriously bad luck coming to the warehouse, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to work with you guys anymore. I used to be afraid, but I’m not anymore. It just means maybe that I should do my work from home. I think being at the warehouse brings a certain