“Were you aware he served time in prison and that’s where he met Jason Durang?”

“I knew about Rob, of course, he disclosed that he’d gotten in trouble with the IRS and had served time. He hadn’t paid the employees’ taxes, but he knew Bodrie and he had a good reputation in the industry.”

“He’s a gambler.”

She nodded. “But he doesn’t gamble. He goes to regular meetings.”

“Is that what he tells you?”

She swallowed hard. “Remy, if you have somethin’ to tell me, just get to it.”

He shook his head. He had no proof. He couldn’t see her prissy manager as a cold-blooded killer. He’d thrown up when Remy had shown him the crime scene photographs, but Jason Durang was an altogether different proposition. He hadn’t looked away or even showed any reaction whatsoever. Neither had the Rousseau brothers. Regardless, he believed Rob Butterfield and Jason Durang presented a danger to her.

“What about Durang?”

“I’ve seen him with Butterfield a few times, but I’ve never talked to him. He always avoided me. I don’ know what he does.”

“I’ll drive you back home. I got a call from Drake and he wants me to meet him at the Inn to talk to Robert and Dion.”

“You don’ have to do that. I should check on the apartment and see how that’s comin’. I was hopin’ I could move in soon.”

She sounded innocent. Her gaze didn’t waver and there wasn’t a single hint of being coy. He was tempted to reach out and shake some sense into her. Whatever sin he’d committed she hadn’t forgiven him. She’d come to his office to get out of the Inn and away from Robert and his brother. She’d been glad to see him, she hadn’t even attempted to hide that fact from him, but she wasn’t planning a wedding anytime soon.

He didn’t know whether to be hurt or angry, or just plain both. “You know you’re probably pregnant with my child,” he said bluntly. “Birth control doesn’t work so well on leopards.” He sounded smug even to his own ears.

Her lashes fluttered, veiling her expression. Her lips made a little moue. He saw the “tell” in her fingers rather than her face. Her hands curled into fists, but she immediately straightened them and clasped them primly together in her lap.

“Well, we’ll have to see, won’t we, Remy? The idea was very scary when you first mentioned it, but I’ve had time to think about it and I have no doubts I’ll be able to handle havin’ a child.”

She sounded downright haughty, as if he wasn’t in the picture at all. He leaned toward her, his eyes locking with hers. “We’ll be able to handle it, Blue. There’s no more ‘I’ here. If you think you’re walkin’ out on me, you can just think again. In fact, set a damn weddin’ date and let’s just get it over with. Talk to your idiot lawyers, I’ll sign whatever prenup they want signed, but we’re gettin’ it done soon. And when I say soon, I mean no more than a couple of weeks.”