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When people start getting up to dance, I look at Ronan, my brow arched. “Why is there a dance portion to this dinner?”
He shrugs. “A lot of older people just like an excuse to dance after they commit crimes.”
I nod as if that’s enough of an answer.
The scraping of chairs catches my attention, and I watch as Jeremy stands from his seat, his eyes meeting mine. “Do you mind if I ask your date to dance?” he asks Ronan.
I can feel him stiffen next to me, his fingers brushing against my leg. Calming me. Calming him.
“Sure,” he says, surprising me.
That bastard! He was supposed to say no! I would have bet almost everything that he would have said no. Why in the world would he say yes?
Bringing his head to my temple, he places his lips on my skin, kissing me before whispering, “Try to find out what he knows, killer,” before getting up and heading to the bar for another glass of wine. I gulp, looking back to Jeremy as he offers me his hand.
I take it, his skin warm against mine as he leads me to the dance floor.
Placing one hand on my waist and gripping my other in the opposite, Jeremy sways us to the beat, watching me.
“Are you going to cut the shit?” he asks finally, and my eyes snap to his, narrowing.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I reply innocently.
“I know you guys aren’t really married.” I open my mouth to offer a retort, “And you’re notswingers,either. I don’t know what Ronan does, but I know what you do, and you’re not some kind of agent. So what’s going on?”
“You were going to take me in for questioning the other night, weren’t you?” I ask simply.
He shrugs. “And if I was?”
“Why would you? I hadn’t seen my parents in years. There would have been no reason for it.”
Jeremy nods, clicking his tongue. “See, I’m not sure I believe you. People with that much power? People making money, largely off the books, and funneling it to their daughter?”
My blood runs cold. “I never took any money from them.”
“You may not have taken money, but it sure as hell was given to you. Don’t play dumb.”
And it’s here that I realize that I have a couple of options. I can either keep playing dumb, playing up the role of a dumb redhead who doesn’t know right from left, or I can wing it. But winging it means telling him a little more than I think Ronan would be comfortable with me saying.
But if there’s one thing I’ve always been, it’s a little bit impulsive.
“I didn’t know you were going to take me in. I felt like something was off, and I didn’t know what. But I wanted to get out of there, so I did.”
Jeremy nods. “And if you haven’t talked to your parents in years, why were you at the funeral?”
“They were my parents,” I say. “It was their funeral. Of course, I’d be there.”
“Because you’re their only child.”
Technically, legally speaking, I guess,I want to say, but I’d never admit it. “Yes.”
“Do you know anything about their business practices?” he asks next.
“I recently found out, and I’m working hard to make sure that it doesn’t continue.”
He looks at me, shock written across his face. “And how are you going to do that?”
“How much doyouknow about their business practices?”
