“Why?”

“Standing up to Pug the way you do. Most people are afraid of him. I guess that gets your goat, doesn’t it, Pug?”

“What?”

“To have this man so independent?”

“Aw, nuts.”

“I didn’t mean anything, Pug.”

“Well, see that you don’t.”

She turned slate-gray eyes on me again. “You must get around a lot. You know, get to know different types.”

“Not much.”

“What are you going to do with Corla when you find her?”