“That’s too pat. Are they… close?”
“Close?”
“Close, as in intimate.”
“I’ve never thought about it.”
“Of course you have. You lived here.”
“Apparently, my mind doesn’t operate on the same prurient track as yours.” He took a step closer and lowered his voice. “But, we could change that.”
Alex refused to let him provoke her, which she knew came closer to his intention than seduction. “Do they sleep together?”
“I guess so. It’s none of my business what they do or don’t do in bed. Furthermore, I don’t care. I only care about what goes on in my bed. Why don’t you ask me about that?”
“Because I don’t care.”
Again, he gave her a slow, knowing grin. “I think you do.”
“I hate being patronized, Mr. Lambert, just because I’m a woman prosecutor.”
“Then stop being one.”
“A woman?”
“A prosecutor.”
Mentally, she counted to ten. “Does Angus see other women?”
She could see annoyance building up behind his green eyes. His patience with her was wearing thin. “Do you take Sarah Jo for a passionate woman?”
“No,” Alex replied.
“Do you figure that Angus has a healthy sexual appetite?”
“If it matches his other appetites, I’d say yes.”
“Then, I guess you’ve got your answer.”
“Has their relationship affected Junior?”
“How the hell should I know? Ask him.”
“He’d only make some glib, dismissive comment.”
“Which would be a nice way of telling you that you’re interfering with business that doesn’t concern you. I’m not as nice as he is. Butt out, lady.”
“This does concern me.”
He withdrew his hands from his hip pockets and folded his arms across his chest. “I can hardly wait to hear this rationalization.”
She didn’t let his sarcasm daunt her. “His parents’ relationship might explain why Junior has had three failed marriages.”
“That’s something else that’s none of your business.”
“It is my business.”
“How so?”