There was a hint of laughter in his voice as if he was teasing her. She did her best to look stern. “I doubt it. He’s been swamped at work and he hasn’t been to bed in over twenty-four hours. If he has any time he’ll be sleepin’.”

Drake nudged Saria. “Remy is going to be sleeping while Bijou, dressed in that very flattering formfitting gown, is hanging on the arm of another man. Just out of curiosity, do you want to place a little wager on that?”

Bijou laughed. “I’m not about to put money down on guessing what that man may or may not do. He’s unpredictable.”

Drake escorted the two women down the sweeping staircase and out to the car. “If there’s one thing I know about Remy, it’s his being predictable when it comes to you, Bijou. Don’t ever kid yourself. He’s not leaving you alone with another man.”

“He knows Arnaud is just a friend.”

Drake groaned as he opened the door for her. “Why is it women insist on saying that?”

Bijou slid into the car with great dignity. “Because women have evolved, and they can be friends with men who are not lovers.”

Drake snorted his derision as he opened the door for Saria. “We’re talking leopards, first of all, and we’re very territorial, and secondly, men haven’t evolved and they aren’t going to.”

Saria and Bijou laughed as Drake stalked around the car, looking more leopard than human as he moved with his usual fluid grace. They laughed harder as he slammed the door closed and started the car.

“I hope his temper isn’t quite as bad as yours over the subject of men and women being friends,” Bijou said.

He glanced at her through the rearview mirror. “Poor woman. You have no idea about that man, do you? You probably are suffering from the illusion that he’s sweet.”

“He is sweet,” Bijou professed.

“Remy has the foulest-tempered leopard of any one of us. And when it comes to you, the way he looks at it is, there are no men who want to be your friends. They’re all rivals.”

Bijou shook her head. “I think you both blame all of your nonsense on leopards.”

Saria burst out laughing again. She nudged her husband. “She has a point there. Remy loves to blame his leopard when he gets all snarly.”

Drake shrugged. “Go ahead, you two, but I notice, neither one of you are putting your money against me. Remy’s going to show up.”

The gallery lights sparkled in the light drizzle, spilling out onto the street along with the music and laughter from inside as they drove up to Arnaud’s showing. Bijou was pleased to see the gallery was packed as expected. Arnaud was world-renowned, his sculptures considered some of the greatest in the modern world.