Burke smiled beatifically. “Then I’m glad he has you.”
Her lip curled in a silent snarl. “You’re an asshole, Broussard.”
“Many have said far worse.”
“And they’d be right.”
He stood up. “He’s expecting you at the Choux in an hour or so. He asked if you could work there while he gets his staff ready for his absence.”
“I’m not going to read these reports in public. I’ll go get him and bring him back here.” A thought occurred that made her smile. “Maybe he can cook for us while I research.” The old building came with a small, ancient kitchen. A chef wouldn’t be excited about it.
Maybe then he’ll go back to the Choux with another bodyguard.
Burke’s grin had spread all over his face. “I knew I liked you. We can put in a grocery delivery order once he gives us a list. That’ll keep him busy while you review the police reports.”
“Fine. I’ll run home and pack a bag and let Chelsea know that I won’t be back for a while.”
“Tell her I said hey. Harper, too.”
“I will.” Her irritation softened. He’d been an incredible support when she, her sister, and her niece had needed somewhere safe to start over. She’d owe him forever. “You realize that me agreeing to having Gabe Hebert as a shadow shaves off a considerable amount of our debt.”
“Never was any debt to shave off,” he said simply. “Keep me in the loop. And do not tangle with Cresswell or any of his people without backup. Man’s a fucking snake.”
“I promise.” She crossed her heart. “Let me know when you’ve rearranged the schedule and who my backup’s going to be.”
“Probably Val. She’s between assignments.” He sobered. “Thank you, Molly. I mean, really. Thank you.” He saluted and left her in peace.
Well, not peace. Her mind was too jumpy for there to be any peace.
Gabriel Hebert.The two of them were going to be joined at the hip until she figured out who’d killed his father. Be still, my stupid heart. Because it was beating all out of rhythm.
He is a client. So be professional. No sitting too close. No sniffing his aftershave. No shenanigans of any kind.
This was going to suck.