“Maybe I will take a drink after all,” she said. “But only if you’ll join me.”

“Sure. What would you like?”

“Do you have any bourbon?”

“Of course. Straight up?”

She nodded.

He returned with two tumblers filled halfway.

“Cheers,” Blaire said, lifting her glass.

She took a small sip and watched as he drank half of his in one gulp. Interesting.

Blaire leaned back. “Gordon,” she began. “I was wondering . . . you know what, never mind.”

His brow furrowed. “What?”

She waved her hand. “It’s nothing really. Just something I noticed at the funeral luncheon about Kate, and I wanted to get your opinion.”

At the sound of Kate’s name, his eyes lit up, and Blaire could see he was still besotted. She’d never forgotten what Kate had told her many years ago about Gordon pulling that stunt with the spying and his camera. He was odd. And he’d always been too fixated on Kate. Another reason she’d come tonight was to see if she could get more information about Simon’s finances, but she wasn’t ready to rule Gordon out either. If there was anything to find, it would be here, in his house, which was precisely why she had steered their meeting away from his office.

“Go on.”

“Things seemed strained between her and Simon, and that new architect, Sabrina, seems to be hanging around him quite a bit.” She put a hand on his arm. “I realize you can’t discuss your clients, and I would never ask you to betray a confidence. I’m just wondering, as an old friend like me, have you noticed anything off?”

He took another sip from his glass and looked at his hands, then back at Blaire. “Well . . . as a friend . . . I’ve never thought Simon was right for her.”

She leaned in closer. “Strictly between us, of course . . . I don’t trust him. Do you?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know what she ever saw in him. I think he’s a bourgeois opportunist.” Color rose in his cheeks.

Blaire nodded. “I couldn’t agree more. You know, I never wanted her to marry him in the first place. It’s the reason she and I have been estranged all these years.”

He looked at her with renewed interest. “I didn’t know that.”

She nodded slowly. “Frankly, I’m worried. If it was a robbery, not much was taken from Lily’s house. It’s very possible that the killer was someone Lily knew.” She gave him a long look. “What if it was Simon?”

Gordon’s mouth dropped open. “What? Why would he kill Lily?”