“I will stay away from the police. I will show you around the Gazette office. I’ll help you because I want to find out what happened to Amy. But I will not move out of my house.”He dropped his voice to a gravelly whisper. “You’re making a scene. Keep moving. For Christ’s sake act normal.” Rex tucked his arm around her waist and led her down the cobbled walkway toward the Gazette office. “It would just be for a while, until I can figure out what’s going on.”“That’s ridiculous.”Yet, after her scare this morning, after what he’d revealed at the bistro, she wasn’t so sure. She wasn’t sure of anything anymore.He kept her close with his arm. Solid, fluid strength, guiding her down the path. But what path? Where in hell were they headed? “Rex,” she whispered. “I don’t want a bodyguard.”“Well, you got one.”She slipped out from under his possessive hold and climbed the concrete stairs ahead of him, pushing open the glass door with the White River Gazette logo emblazoned on the front.She marched in without holding the door open behind her.
