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windows just before sunset, so that even as you walked into the room you could watch the sun go down. He and Giselle had missed that show, but it didn’t matter. Looking north was a nonstop extravaganza.
    In the foreground jutted the skyscrapers of Manhattan, with the Statue of Liberty and the Coney Island Cyclone roller coaster looping through the buildings. Beyond that, the distinctive Eiffel Tower spire glittered against the night sky. Across the way, streams of water jetted upward from the dancing fountain fronting the Bellagio.
    Giselle walked toward the window. “That’s quite a view, Dalton.”
    He came up to stand beside her. “My father never got tired of looking at it. Here, let me take your coat.” He helped her out of it before removing his still slightly damp denim jacket. He laid them both over the back of the sectional.
    â€œI’d forgotten how over-the-top Vegas is.”
    â€œThat’s what fantasy is all about—going over-the-top.” He studied her profile. She had a high forehead and an aristocratic nose, both of which made her look intelligent and a little snooty.
    Her mouth, though, was extremely lush. He could imagine that mouth sucking on a chocolate-covered strawberry. He stared at the lights of the Strip and reminded himself to focus on the mission—getting Bryce Landry out of town and Cynthia straightened out.
    â€œIt’s mesmerizing, isn’t it?” Giselle said.
    â€œIt can be. My dad used to love standing here and reveling in the fact that Harrison Cartwright was now denied this view.”
    â€œBut Harrison built Illusions, which provides a mirror image from the north end of the Strip.”
    Something clicked when she said that. He looked over at her. “You’ve been on the top floor of Illusions, then?”
    Her startled glance told him she hadn’t meant to say that. “Uh, yeah. Briefly.”
    â€œIt’s a very exclusive casino and hotel. Booked up months ahead, I hear. Getting into Illusions is tougher than getting into Fort Knox.”
    â€œI’ve heard that.” She returned her attention to the view.
    â€œI didn’t think to ask where you were staying while you’re here. I’m guessing you’re at Illusions.”
    She kept her gaze on the sparkling lights and the constant flow of traffic forty floors below them, but her cheeks had become rosy. “The Cartwrights are family friends.”
    He’d bet she hadn’t intended for him to know that. Earlier he’d asked how she’d learned about his problems with Cynthia. Now he knew. “You and Vaughn Cartwright had a little conversation before you came over to the Moon to see me, didn’t you?”
    She turned to him, putting her back to the view. She looked beautiful standing there surrounded by the lights, and he wondered if he was dealing with a modern version of Mata Hari. If so, she wasn’t a very good spy. They’d been together a couple of hours and she’d already revealed her connection to the enemy.
    â€œDon’t leap to the wrong conclusions, Luke.”
    â€œLike what? I—” His phone pinged. “Could be from Cynthia.” Taking his phone from his pocket, he clicked on the message. He stared at the screen for a moment. “Busted.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?”
    He turned the phone so she could see the picture embedded in the message. “They must have hidden a motion-activated camera in that room.”
    Giselle gazed at the image and sighed. “And now my brother knows I’m here and that I came unannounced. I’d better text him.” Taking out her phone, she typed a brief message. “Maybe this is just as well. I told him I really wanted to talk with him and I hoped we could get together soon. If he’s up for that, it might open the door for you and Cynthia to have a heart-to-heart, too.”
    â€œI’d like that.” Except he didn’t know