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just made sure he didn’t have a police record or mountains of debt. It’s the sort of thing my father would have checked. You can’t blame me for that.”
    â€œI suppose not.”
    â€œSo he’s not a fortune hunter, but he’s still a bad influence on her.”
    Her indignation returned. “You don’t know that! I refuse to let you make my brother out as the villain in this scenario. He just happened to be around when she felt like giving you grief.”
    â€œSo, he could have talked her out of doing it!” Luke felt his control slipping.
    â€œWhy? I wouldn’t have! She’s twenty-two, and you’re trying to engineer her future.”
    â€œI am not.” He felt a headache coming on. “I’m trying to keep her from making some really bad choices.”
    â€œWhat’s the difference?”
    â€œThere’s a
huge
difference! She has hundreds of choices left, all kinds of options open to her, and money to finance them.”
    â€œExcept the one choice she wants.”
    â€œIt’s a horrible choice!” A light on his phone blinked. “Hang on a minute. She’s sent me a text.”
    â€œCynthia?”
    â€œNo, Madonna.” He heard the sarcasm in his voice and sighed. “Sorry. Yes, Cynthia. When she’s happy with me, she calls, but when she’s mad at me, she texts.”
    â€œProbably because she knows you don’t like it.”
    â€œCould be.” He read the message through twice and swore under his breath.
    â€œWhat does she say?”
    â€œGod knows. Makes no sense to me. Here, I’ll read it to you:
She who pulls the sword from the stone claims a power all her own.
Then she has a four-digit number.” He glanced up at Giselle. “What the hell is that all about?”
    â€œShe’s sending you a riddle.”
    â€œA
riddle
?”
    â€œSounds like it to me. She’s inviting you to solve it.”
    â€œWhy?” He was completely at sea.
    Giselle took a deep breath. “Well, I’d only be guessing.”
    â€œPlease, guess away. Cynthia’s never sent me a riddle in her entire life.”
    â€œFirst of all, I think it’s encouraging that she’s communicating with you.”
    â€œYou call this communicating? I call it trying to screw with me.”
    Giselle smiled. “Maybe that, too. But at least she reached out, and . . . I know something about this riddle business.”
    â€œThat makes one of us.” He had a sudden suspicion. “Why do you know?”
    For the first time since she’d come into his office, she looked uncomfortable. “Bryce and I used to play riddle games all the time when we were kids.”
    â€œAha!” He pointed a finger at her. “And you were so sure he wasn’t influencing her. Now suddenly she’s sending me riddles, which she’s never done before. Where do you suppose she got that clever idea, hmm?”
    â€œFrom him. It’s exactly the sort of thing Bryce would do. But maybe he’s convinced her that she needs to keep in touch with you and this is a way that appeals to her. You said she’s smart.”
    â€œOh, she’s smart, all right.”
    â€œSo is my brother. But what if he’s trying to help straighten this out between you two? Wouldn’t that be a good thing?”
    â€œNot if I have no effing clue what she’s talking about! This isn’t communicating. It’s taunting.”
    â€œBut if we solve the riddle, we might be getting somewhere.”
    â€œAll right.” He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. “Go ahead, Ms. Riddle Expert. Solve it.” He waited for her to admit she had no clue, either.
    Instead she brightened. “She’s talking about Excalibur. That’s what the sword-in-the-stone reference is about. What if the number is a room there? What if the two of them have checked in and that’s where they