Was he irritated with her or with the situation he found himself in? He needed to go home and his conscience wouldn’t let him. She hated the thought of him leaving, but she wasn’t going to let him resent her. “There’s no problem. You heard Scarsdale. He’s not re-trying the case and I don’t think he’s leaving the federal prosecutor’s office any time soon, so everyone is cool. No one wants to take on a case they don’t think they can win. Vallon can go back to scamming everyone around him. I can ease into underemployment and you can go home.”

“It’s that simple, huh?” Remy asked.

“Yes, it’s that simple,” she replied, her heart aching. “You get your wharf tomorrow and we say good-bye. That’s what we agreed on. I’m not your responsibility. We were having fun, that’s all.”

It was a lot more than fun. She was in love with him, but then she’d always known that would happen if she spent more than five minutes with the man. It had been foolish to think because she told herself she could handle a short-term relationship with him that she could actually do it without heartache. He was everything to her. There wasn’t a part of him she didn’t adore. Even his stubborn insistence on fixing this problem for her. It was all a part of the lovely, caring, passionate man he was inside.

Tiffany Lowe walked up, her gaze cautious as she approached the side of the bar. “Hey, I need another whiskey sour. I told my only table that it was last call. We close in ten minutes. He’s almost done with dinner and he’s the last table left. I think we’ll be able to lock up on time.”

That sounded good because this might not be a conversation she wanted to have with Remy in her place of business. She remembered table nine had wanted Jack Daniels in his whiskey sour and poured it out, all the while sensing Remy watching her with his impatient eyes. His fingers tapped along the bar as she handed Tiffany the glass and registered the drink in the system.

Tiffany gave her an encouraging smile as she walked away.

“So you’re having a good time?” Remy simply picked the argument up again as if they hadn’t been interrupted at all. “You call losing your job and potentially being the target of a mob hit fun?”

“No, I didn’t say that,” she replied, wondering what had him so testy tonight. “I said being with you has been fun, but I certainly don’t expect you to change your plans in order for you to solve a mystery. I’m a big girl and I can handle myself.”