Her heart stuttered. A million butterflies took flight in her stomach. She had been so certain she could come back to New Orleans and find that her childhood hero was really a figment of her imagination. The real Remy was far more potent and sexy than she had ever conceived. He was larger than life. Protective. Funny. Intelligent. Everything she could ever want in a man, and that was totally unexpected.

“I suppose one could call you charmin’,” she agreed in a slow, grudging voice. All the while laughter bubbled close to the surface. She liked spending time in his company. More, he made her feel safe, and she hadn’t felt safe in a long time. It occurred to her that she was in over her head.

“Blue.” Remy’s voice went very low, a stroke of velvet over skin. “I do enjoy the way you’re lookin’ at me, but I want an answer. What has you scared?”

She forced her mind to focus on his question rather than his sexy tone. That meant not looking directly at him. She found she really loved his face, the strong jaw with the darker shadow and his strange, almost cat eyes. Bijou pulled herself up short. She felt a little like a teenager with her first crush. She hadn’t really experienced that stage of development and it was disconcerting to find she was entering into it at this late date.

“Twice, when I was a teenager, living in the mansion with Bodrie, I had a huge fight with him. A giant eye was sprayed on my bedroom wall with a can of red spray paint. A few months after Bodrie died, I found that eye drawn on the ground in my front yard with the same red spray paint. It was disturbing, but not at all frightening.” She shoved both hands through her hair and sat back in her chair.

How did one explain to those probing eyes why she hadn’t been more proactive about death threats? She’d grown up around them. Stalkers were part of her childhood. As a teenager and while she attended college, she’d dealt with both threats and stalkers on a regular basis. Nine times out of ten, the threats ended up being someone trying to scare her because she’d turned them down when they’d asked her out on a date.

“Threats and stalkers are commonplace with bein’ Bodrie’s only child. I wanted to live a normal life . . .”

Remy growled. There was no other word for it. The sound was frightening. Her gaze jumped to his.

“How the hell did you expect to live a normal life, Blue? You’re worth a fuckin’ fortune. You’re the daughter of one of the most infamous men on the planet and you sing for a living. A little protection might have been an intelligent decision.”