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told herself.
    â€œSeems like you and Tyrone have a lot to discuss, given that you both now have a vested interest in the hotel.”
    â€œHe might have controlling interest, but he’s no better off than he was before without money to renovate it,” Monica said.
    They’d done nothing but fight over the fate of the hotel. They’d been at an impasse since her arrival in Vegas. She’d decided to sell, but he was determined to hold on. She’d finally offered to let him buy her out and gave him sixty days to line up financing, but as the new CEO Ty could do as he liked—providing he didn’t go bankrupt. Given her financial interest, she couldn’t stand silently aside for that. She’d just have to find a way to convince him to sell.
    â€œI s’pose he could sell the ranch,” Bob said.
    â€œI hope he doesn’t,” she said. “It’s not what Tom would have wanted, but I don’t know how else he’s going to get cash to renovate.”
    Bob met her gaze, as if reading her mind. “With a twenty-five percent interest and almost a billion dollars in assets, maybe you have the answer.”
    â€œI don’t want to be in the hotel business,” she said, now wondering if that’s what Tom had had in mind when he’d changed his will in Ty’s favor. Had he been trying to engineer a match between them? Tom had made it no secret that he’d wanted to see them together. Maybe because she and Ty had been his only family.
    â€œBut you wouldn’t have to be involved any more than you want to be. I guess that puts you in a unique position, doesn’t it, Ms. Brandt?”

Chapter Four
    T y woke up with a hellacious hangover and a body nearly crippled from a night spent on the sofa. He’d never gone to his bed simply because he didn’t want to be alone in it. He’d hoped to convince Monica to stay, but once more she’d walked out on him, even after he’d laid everything on the line. A lot of last night was fuzzy, but that part wasn’t.
    Neither was his emotional breakdown.
    Jesus, he’d wept like a friggin’ baby. He hadn’t done that since he was ten and the bull gored his father. What kind of pussy did she think he was after that? He partly blamed the booze. He hadn’t drunk that much in almost eight years.
    The anvils inside his head called for a hair of the dog, but he didn’t trust himself. Last night only proved how easy it would be to fall back into old habits. He’d allowed himself to wallow in grief, but he was done drinking and done grieving now. It was time to put all that behind him and move on with his life. Trouble was, he didn’t have a damn clue where Tom’s passing left him.
    Monica was hell-bent on selling the hotel unless he came up with the money to buy her out.
    Ironically, it was Delaney who’d come up with a potential solution. Delaney had offered him a means of securing a loan, but her deal came with strings. He still didn’t know why she was so eager to help him find an investor. He knew it wasn’t an altruistic move on her part. She wanted something from him, but he didn’t have a clue what it might be—other than his half of the ranch.
    What time was it anyway? He squinted at his watch. Almost noon. Shit. He’d slept half the day away. He got up, clutching his head with a groan. He’d just have to pull himself up by the bootstraps and suffer through the agony, which would be a special kind of hell since he was facing a sixteen-hour drive to Oklahoma. He’d been stressed to the breaking point, but the drive would give him plenty of time to sort things out. Staring out at an empty highway, it would be easy to get lost in his thoughts, an indulgence he hadn’t experienced in weeks.
    He’d never considered before what losing Tom would mean to his future, but now it was time to face that reality. Tom had offered him the job in