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what he planned to say yet. The more time he spent with Giselle, the more his perceptions seemed to shift. He was no longer exactly sure where he stood on the subject of Cynthia’s future. Before he talked to her, he ought to figure that out.
    Giselle tucked her phone away. “So where were we?”
    He had to think about that. Surrounded by the gemlike colors of the casino lights, she was a vision. He’d been trying to ignore his attraction from the moment she’d walked into his office. Then he remembered they’d been talking about her connection to Vaughn Cartwright. Okay, that would help cool his libido.
    He cleared his throat. “You were telling me about your friendship with the Cartwright family.”
    â€œI’m here to bring my brother home. That’s my only agenda.”
    â€œI believe you.” Partly because he wanted to. He plain liked her. She was smart, confident, and didn’t pull her punches. Plus she’d come all the way to Vegas in an effort to talk some sense into her brother, and he certainly related to that.
    â€œWhatever feud the Daltons and the Cartwrights have going on has nothing to do with me.” She met his gaze. “I connected with Vaughn only because our families are acquainted, and so I e-mailed him to see if he had any idea what was going on with my brother.”
    â€œIs Vaughn a friend of his?”
    â€œI don’t think they’ve ever met. But I can tell you that Vaughn’s not happy that my brother’s hanging out with your sister. As I said, my family knows his family, and Bryce joining forces with a Dalton is seen as consorting with the enemy.”
    â€œSo why are you here with me? Isn’t that the same thing?”
    â€œNo. Vaughn understands that I need to do whatever it takes to get my brother back home. If Bryce had hooked up with any woman other than Cynthia, Vaughn would be helping me track them down. But he can’t come to the rescue when a Dalton’s involved.”
    Luke sighed. “I’ll accept that. And speaking of Cynthia, I need to check the photo gallery and see if she’s swiped any other pictures.”
    â€œDo you mind if I tag along?”
    He’d assumed that she would go. “Why wouldn’t you?”
    â€œBecause these are your family photos. It’s personal.”
    â€œThat’s considerate of you.” He was impressed with her respect for his privacy.
    â€œIf you’re worried that I’m going to report everything to Vaughn when this is all over, I can tell you right now I wouldn’t do that. I’m sorry the family lost Howlin’ at the Moon. It means a lot to them, but—”
    â€œIt also means a lot to me.”
    â€œI can see that.”
    He was still waiting for the sense of jubilation he’d expected to feel. Maybe once this business with Cynthia was over, he’d be ready to celebrate. “Come on. Let’s go see what my little sister has done to the family pictures.” He gestured toward the hallway that branched off from the living area. “First doorway on your right.”
    He followed her into the gallery, which had been set up by a professional curator. A wooden bench ran down the center of the room, but that was the only furniture. The walls in the windowless room were covered with framed photographs of various sizes, some color and some black-and-white.
    Each had a museum-style label underneath giving the date and occasion. He and Cynthia had their own walls, and the other two contained family groupings, pictures of his parents when they were kids, and pictures of them as a couple. Track lighting highlighted the photos without producing any reflection on the glass. His father had spent a fortune on this gallery.
    Luke checked Cynthia’s wall and swore softly to himself. He’d never counted how many pictures there’d been of her, but he guessed there had been at least fifty in various sizes. Close