When I looked up, Rett was staring at me with an unreadable expression.
“What?”
“What can I say, Emma. I’m standing here looking at the most fucking perfect woman and I am...” He inhaled.
“You’re what?”
“I don’t like having you upset.”
“Then don’t fuck up.” I ran my fingers through the length of my messy hair. “Kyle said you had Ross’s death declared a suicide.”
“It was better than having you as a suspect.”
I looked up in surprise. “So it was you? No. It’s not better. I didn’t do anything to him. Now if someone did, they’re out there. I’m innocent. Why should I worry?”
“At first, I believed that Underwood was killed to flush you out. I still believe that’s what happened. Did he say anything to you about money?”
“It was all he talked about, getting funding for our computer program. That was what you were supposed to provide.”
“I’ve recently learned more about his financial status.” Rett casually leaned against the doorjamb between the library and bedroom. “Apparently, Underwood had the means to fully support your project.” Rett shook his head. “I don’t know if it would be better for you to go into the police statement blind, but if being my wife doesn’t keep you from making a statement, you should know what you’re up against.”
I stood. “Tell me.”
“Ross Underwood had been receiving significant deposits of cryptocurrency for about a year and a half. From what we’ve ascertained, that money was coming from Kyle and possibly, more directly, from Jezebel.”
My eyes narrowed. “Jezebel?”
“My men and I have reason to believe that she’s every bit as dangerous as Kyle or Ingalls.”
I didn’t want to even think about Liam in Rett’s presence.
This conversation was becoming more than I was ready to discuss. Now there was information on Jezebel. I’d just found out my birth mother was alive and learned about her past. I wasn’t prepared, mentally or emotionally, to delve into her present, especially if it included a nefarious theory. “Rett, please leave. I’m tired.”
“Come downstairs to your suite.”
I glanced up at the skylight and smiled. “I like it here. It’s peaceful.”
He looked at his watch. “The clerk from the court will be here in less than an hour.”
“You said earlier today that you misled me by allowing me to think I could make deals where you were concerned.”
“Maybe I’ve misled myself.”
“I’ll be honest with you. I’m torn. I want to sign the certificate and I don’t.”
Rett exhaled as his dark gaze gleamed my direction. “You want a deal?”
“What do you propose, Mr. Ramses?”
“Sign the certificate.” He turned and left the library. When I followed to the doorway, Rett was retrieving the wedding rings. In a stride or two, he was back. “Wear these. Be Mrs. Emma Ramses in the way that will keep you safe from whoever is after you.”
“I thought it was Kyle.”
“He’s part of the equation.” Rett lifted my left hand. “May I?” he asked with the diamond band poised.
“I’m not ready to forgive you.”
Sun glistened in his dark gaze. “Do you think that one day you may?”