Werewolf in Las Vegas by Vicki Lewis Thompson Page B

had.”
    â€œIs the penthouse vacant now?”
    â€œNo, I live in it. My mom insisted that she wanted me to since she’s now in France. It’s a beautiful place, and it shouldn’t stand empty. Anyway, my father dedicated an entire room to professionally framed pictures of all of us at various ages.” He held up the envelope. “She would have had to cut the backing off to get this out. I hope she didn’t do that to the whole batch.”
    â€œHow many had to do with dance?”
    â€œA lot. She took lessons until she left for college.”
    Giselle wondered if he realized that this was more than a hobby for his sister. She’d been dancing since she was three, and now that her father wasn’t around to disapprove, she had only to get past her big brother to have the career she’d dreamed of her whole life.
    â€œThat’s going to bother me, wondering about those pictures.” He looked over at Giselle. “Would you mind if we went over to the penthouse to check?”
    â€œFine with me. Unless we get another riddle, we don’t know what to do next, anyway.”
    â€œI know what to do next—eat. I’m starving. How about you?”
    Now that he’d mentioned food, she realized she was hungry. “Sure, that sounds good.”
    â€œExcellent. I’ll call Mr. Thatcher and have him bring us something from the main kitchen.” He pulled out his phone again.
    â€œWho’s Mr. Thatcher?”
    â€œOur very English butler. He’s been with the family for years. What would you like for dinner?”
    â€œI’m not picky. Anything.”
    â€œBut you’re from ’Frisco. Lots of vegetarians up there. Are you a vegetarian?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œVegan?”
    â€œNope. I’m a carnivore. I promise you.”
    â€œYou’re doing it again with the little smile. Did I say something funny?”
    â€œNot everyone from San Francisco is a vegetarian, you know.”
    â€œGuess not. You’re okay with steak, then?”
    â€œAbsolutely.”
    â€œDo you like it rare, medium, or well?”
    â€œDefinitely rare.”
    â€œGood. Me, too.” He placed his call to Mr. Thatcher and ordered two steak dinners with all the trimmings, a bottle of red wine, and two pieces of chocolate cake for dessert.
    It was a meal fit for a Were, and Giselle could hardly wait. Plus she wanted to see how the Silver Crescent had changed since she was last there. She and her friends must have been guests right before the Crescent became involved in the Cartwright/Dalton legal battle.
    â€œOkay.” He disconnected the call. “We’re out of here. Wait. Hold on a minute. Let me leave a tip for the maid.” He dug in his back pocket for his wallet.
    â€œBut the carpet will dry and the room was barely used at all.”
    â€œDoesn’t matter. They count on these tips, and if this room is easy to clean, the next one might be a total disaster. It’s a tough job. They earn their money.”
    â€œYou’re right. They do.” She liked the fact that he thought about the maids and thanked them. She was starting to like too many things about Luke Dalton, and that wasn’t a good idea. No matter how much he appealed to her, he was still very much a human.

Chapter 5
    â€œI’m grateful for the private elevator,” Giselle said as they rode up to the Silver Crescent’s penthouse. “And the wood paneling is gorgeous.”
    â€œYou can thank Harrison Cartwright. I don’t know if he had a private elevator when the building first went up, but he installed all new elevators throughout the building before he finally turned it over to my dad. If he went to that kind of expense, he must have thought he’d get to keep it, after all.”
    â€œAre all the elevators this nice?”
    â€œNot quite. This one has genuine hardwood. The others are laminate.”
    â€œI know you don’t