Bijou didn’t respond but went with him to his car. He opened the door and she slid inside. For a moment his heart pounded hard just looking at her sitting there. Composed. Beautiful. His. He had never really considered that he’d find the woman. She stared straight ahead, her little nose in the air. Damned if he didn’t even find that cute. He’d never admit it to Gage, but maybe he really did have “it” bad. He just wasn’t going to define what “it” was, not now. Not yet. He needed time to figure a few things out.

Like what the hell he was going to do with her when they weren’t having sex. Maybe lock her up somewhere where he knew she’d be safe, because as it was, it seemed like every person he met was bent on causing her harm in some way.

He stalked around to the driver’s side door, noting Bob Carson was down the street with a camera, clearly using a lens that would bring Bijou close. He considered how many years he might get in prison for “accidentally” running the fool over with his car. He slammed his door with unnecessary violence, earning him a look from Bijou.

He started the engine and indicated Carson with his chin. “You know, you do need rescuin’ whether you want to believe it or not.”

She made a face at him. “I’m not a wimp, Remy, no matter what you believe.”

“I believe half of New Orleans is tryin’ to kill you and the other half wants to go to bed with you.”

Her mouth twitched and she covered her lips with her palm, coughing delicately and then clearing her throat several times.

Remy glared at her. “Woman, you’d better not be laughin’ at me.”

“Just a little. I think you take your job far too seriously. Bein’ a homicide detective has made you a little bit paranoid, Remy. Yes, this situation with these murders is bizarre, but you said yourself if he wanted me dead, he would have already gone after me.”

A growl rumbled through his chest. Usually that was more than sufficient to stop any arguing from his siblings or fellow detectives. She simply raised an eyebrow, not looking very intimidated.

“The serial killer is probably the only one not out to get you,” he groused.

“Don’ sound so happy about it,” Bijou said.

He reached out and took her hand, threading his fingers through hers. It seemed a small victory when she didn’t pull away from the contact. He took the gesture a step further and locked her hand against his heart. “Is that what you think, Blue? I’m in it just for the sex?”