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her happy.”
    â€œOh, bull. You’re here to drag your brother back home, whether he likes it or not. Why is that? Maybe he’s perfectly happy where he is. I wouldn’t doubt it, now that he’s met my sister. In fact, I’d bet he is happy, or he’d be coming home of his own accord.”
    She lowered her lashes and her cheeks grew rosy.
    Damn, she was sexy. He really would have to watch himself around this woman. He’d already caught himself admiring the cut of her emerald-green T-shirt, which gave him a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. Her designer jeans fit her well, too, and he was pretty sure she was wearing leather boots. She’d come in carrying a fringed leather jacket, which she’d laid across her lap when she’d taken a seat.
    She had the kind of style he admired, and that was dangerous. More than that, she challenged him to question his assumptions. Irritating as that could be at times, he kind of liked it, too. Cynthia used to debate issues with him when she’d come home on vacation, and he’d enjoyed the mental exercise.
    But now wasn’t the time to become interested in a woman, especially not this one. He couldn’t afford to be distracted. Too much was at stake, and besides, she had insights he needed. He didn’t want to miss those insights because he was caught up in her as a person.
    She met his gaze with a reluctant sigh. “You have a point. My brother’s not living up to the role I envisioned for him, either. But I promise you that if I have a chance to ask him why he’s acting this way, I will ask. I don’t know how we can judge someone’s behavior without finding out their reasons.”
    â€œBravo, Dr. Phil.”
    â€œBite me, Dalton.”
    He laughed. “Don’t tempt me.” But she already had, and she wasn’t even trying. If she put effort into the task, he would be in big trouble.
    His cell phone pinged again, and he picked it up to read the text. “Apparently, they didn’t rent anything. Owen’s reminding me that Cynthia has friends in town who might loan her a car.”
    â€œWho’s Owen?”
    â€œOwen Banks, master of intrigue, head of security. He lives for this kind of stuff, and I hardly ever give him enough of it.” Another ping. “Well, there you go. He’s done a rundown of Cynthia’s friends, and all of them are still in possession of their cars.”
    â€œHe knows all her friends? Are you telling me she’s been under this kind of surveillance all her life?”
    He glanced up, surprised at her horrified tone of voice. “Yeah, probably. My dad was very protective. Why?”
    â€œBecause . . . if I were Cynthia—and thank God I’m not—I would deliberately disappear, too! The poor girl’s not allowed to breathe without being monitored by her father’s henchmen, who are now your henchmen.”
    He bristled. “I think
henchmen
is a little harsh, don’t you? These are security people. My family has a lot of money. That draws criminal attention, especially in Vegas. We’ve always been at risk for things like kidnapping and ransom. Understandably, we want to avoid that.”
    â€œI hope you’re not lumping my brother into that
criminal element
category.” Her green eyes snapped with indignation. “She went with him of her own free will. And he would never—”
    â€œEasy, Giselle. Easy.” The fire in her eyes was compelling. “I never meant to imply that your brother was a criminal. I had my people do a preliminary background check on him a couple of weeks ago, and I’m not worried that he’s after Dalton money.”
    â€œI see.” She narrowed her eyes, obviously not happy that he’d had her brother investigated.
    â€œYou don’t have to look like that. I didn’t pry into your family secrets. In fact, I didn’t pry into your family at all. I