Werewolf in Las Vegas by Vicki Lewis Thompson Read Free Book Online

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    Luke shoved out of his chair, refusing to admit how surprised he was by the ease with which she had cracked his sister’s code. “I don’t like the sound of that. I don’t like it at all. I know what goes on in hotel rooms.”
    â€œLuke, she’s twenty-two. She’s been away at college. Surely you don’t think she’s still a—”
    â€œI don’t want to discuss it. But I am going over to Excalibur to see who’s in that room. Are you coming with me?”
    â€œSure.” She stood and put on her leather jacket. “We’ll go on my motorcycle.”
    That brought him up short. “Your what?”
    â€œI rented a Harley to get around while I’m here. It’s what I’m used to back home, and it’s parked in Howlin’ at the Moon’s patrolled lot. Or did you want to walk?”
    â€œNo. Takes too long. The valet can bring my car around.”
    â€œWe’ll get there faster on my Harley. The rental company insisted on giving me an extra helmet. They seemed to think I’d have a passenger sooner or later while I was here.”
    Luke hesitated. He wasn’t in the habit of surrendering control of his transportation.
    â€œCynthia won’t expect you to be riding around on the back of a motorcycle.”
    He had to admit he liked the way she thought. “Okay, yeah. That’s a good point. She’s not the only one who can play games.” He grabbed a denim jacket from the coat tree by the door and followed Giselle out of the office.
    As they walked together through the noisy bar toward the front door, Luke stopped to fill Chuck in on the proceedings. Chuck agreed to monitor the bar situation while Luke was gone.
    He turned back to Giselle and discovered that she was inspecting the decor with obvious interest. “Ever been in here?”
    â€œYears ago with some friends. You must be happy about owning such a Vegas landmark.”
    â€œI expected to be happier about it.” He surprised himself by saying that.
    â€œYou mean because of this business with your sister?”
    â€œThat doesn’t help, but after all the drama of the poker game, the actual ownership of the bar turns out to be anticlimactic.”
    â€œMaybe it hasn’t sunk in, yet.”
    â€œMaybe that’s it.” He started toward the double front doors with their oval insets of etched glass. Giselle walked beside him, and he couldn’t help noticing that they moved with a similar rhythm. She was tall, about five-eight without the two-inch heels on her boots. But he was taller by about six inches.
    He’d always liked that ratio. Any woman who was shorter than five-eight seemed small to him, probably because his mother and Cynthia were also around five-eight. In any case, he liked having some height advantage when he dated someone.
    Not that he was dating Giselle or ever would. He’d help her corral her brother, and that would be the end of that. She’d called him a throwback, and that wasn’t so far off. He still believed in protecting those who were smaller and weaker than he was. The meant all children and most women. It definitely included Cynthia. He was still debating whether it included Giselle, especially after he saw the motorcycle. Any woman who blew into town and rented a black Harley might not need his protection.
    As he strapped on the helmet and goggles she handed him, he admired the practiced way she tucked her hair under her helmet, adjusted her goggles, and climbed on the bike. Okay, he admired her ass, too. Was that a crime? Not in his world.
    â€œWhat about you, though?” he asked as he swung up behind her. “Won’t your brother suspect you’re on a motorcycle, if that’s what you always drive?”
    â€œBryce doesn’t know I’m here.” She started the engine.
    â€œAh.” He’d assumed she would have warned him that she was on the way. Knowing