Chapter 9
Blue was silent as he drove Romy back to her apartment. Romy sat in miserable contemplation as he followed her into her small apartment and shut the door. In spite of her total trust in him, her nerves were tightly wound, fear unavoidable. She waited for the storm as they walked into the living room, but he just grabbed a bottle of scotch from her kitchen with two glasses and sat her down next to him.
“Now,” he said quietly, calm and patient, the utter antithesis of Dacre, “tell me everything.”
Romy took a deep breath in, pressing her hands tightly together. “It’s true, I was married, although I don’t know how the hell Gaius knew. Incidentally, he’s an asshole for behaving as if he and I were better acquainted than a five-minute consult the other night.”
Blue nodded slowly. “
