She sent him a brief smile. “Yes. I can’t say the business wasn’t good to me. Nothin’ on the scale of Bodrie, but certainly more than most and I’m grateful. I truly am. I think I had to prove to myself I could do it, and I’ve done that. I just want to come home now.”

He didn’t blink. Didn’t take his eyes from hers, forcing her to hold his gaze. “Why? I’m not buyin’ into the quiet peaceful life, Blue. Not for a moment.”

Color crept into her face and for a moment her blue eyes shifted away from his, feathery lashes veiling her expression. “It’s partly true, Remy. I don’ know what else to tell you. I spent far too long fightin’ a losin’ battle, tryin’ to outrun Bodrie. I learned it was foolish to even try. What was the point? He’s my father. He wasn’t the monster I thought him, or the god others did. I’m not ten anymore, desperate for my daddy’s love.”

“Everyone needs love and family, Bijou,” Remy said.

She pressed her lips together. “I need peace. And a home. I’m not him. I have a voice, but I choose not to be a rocker. I don’ have to make excuses, or be angry. I don’ have to try to please anyone else. It’s been a long road to learn things Miss Pauline tried to teach me so long ago. To be honest, I don’ like the life. I want a different one.”

“Miss Pauline tried to teach us all things we took forever to learn,” Remy said. “The bodyguard,” he prompted gently.

She was hiding something from him. She’d even admitted it, but she wasn’t going to reveal anything else, not so soon. He couldn’t blame her. She hadn’t seen him in years. The strange connection he felt toward her when she was young had been his need to protect a child. Now, she was all grown up and his feelings were so intense he could barely control them.

“If I look like a regular person, everyone local will accept me that way. Eventually no one will think a thing about me walkin’ around town on my own, and I’ll have my life back.” Bijou picked up the menu, clearly finished with the conversation. “What’s good here?”

He let her get away with it even if he didn’t altogether agree with her. “Everything. Emile has turned this little café into the premiere place to eat.” Remy took a sip of coffee and allowed himself to really look at her. “You’re really beautiful, Blue.” It was the simple, raw truth and he saw no reason to pretend otherwise.