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He’s got a heart of gold.”
    â€œSo what exactly do you do for Brandt Morgan?” she asked.
    â€œWhen I was younger, I ran Tom’s cattle operation. Now I run the hotel. It did all right for a while, but times have changed. It’s why he made the trip out here, so we could talk about renovations and expansion. He collapsed right after our meeting.”
    Renovation? Expansion? What was that all about? The very words sounded alarms. Tom had a stroke immediately after the meeting? What the hell had happened?
    All of a sudden the pieces began to line up. Tom had come to Vegas to meet with Ty about the floundering hotel, a place he should have dumped years ago. He probably only kept it for the sake of this hanger-on. Rich and powerful men always attracted leeches—and that was her initial assessment of Ty Morgan. Evan at least knew how to get rid of the ones that weren’t somehow useful. Tom, on the other hand, hid a soft heart under his tough exterior.
    â€œIs there anything I can do for him?” Ty asked, casting another worried look over Tom. His anxiety appeared genuine, but then again, if Tom was his gravy train, he had real cause for concern.
    She shook her head. “No. I’m afraid there’s nothing either of us can do until he wakes up.”
    â€œI suppose we could sit with him in shifts,” Ty volunteered.
    â€œThat won’t be necessary, Mr. Morgan. I intend to remain with him as long as they’ll let me.”
    â€œBut you need to rest sometime, don’t you? Where are you staying?” he asked.
    â€œAt the MGM Skylofts. Unfortunately, it’s looking like I’ll need to find something a bit more long-term.” The ramifications of the situation hit her again in a nauseating wave.
    â€œYou’re welcome to the owner’s suite at the hotel—”
    â€œNo, thank you,” she quickly rejected the offer. Although Tom had long ago issued a standing invitation to use the owner’s suite at the Hotel Rodeo, there was no way in hell Monica was going to slum it when there were so many better options available.
    â€œGot a ride?” Ty asked. “I can give you a lift to your hotel if you need one.”
    â€œThat’s not necessary. I have a driver on call.”
    His brow wrinkled. “You sure there’s nothing you need?”
    â€œNothing,” she replied tersely. “Thank you.”
    â€œThen I guess I’ll be heading out.” He pulled a business card from his shirt pocket and handed it to her. “There’s my cell number. You’ll call me if there’s any change?”
    She nodded. “I’ll call. You and I will need to meet and talk very soon anyway.”
    â€œOh yeah?” His tawny brows rose. “What about?”
    â€œYou should be aware that I’ll be stepping in to handle all of my father’s business affairs.”
    His expression shuttered. “When was that decided?”
    â€œTen years ago when Tom adopted me,” she replied. “He rewrote his will establishing advance directives in the event something like this ever happened. He also appointed me as his health-care agent with full power of attorney. Right now my primary concern is taking care of him, but once Tom is out of danger, my next order of business will be with Brandt Morgan Entertainment.” She paused, studying his face. “I will be conducting a detailed review of the company’s balance sheet. Is that a problem for you, Mr. Morgan?”
    All sign of warmth extinguished from his hazel eyes. “If there’s something on your mind, Ms. Brandt, I’m standing right here.”
    â€œAll right, cowboy. You want it straight? I’ll give it to you. You and I both know my father is a very wealthy man. He’s also now completely incapacitated. I have to wonder what really happened at this meeting of yours. What caused his blood pressure to skyrocket to the point of stroking