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wouldn’t be Bryce’s type after all. He liked a female with brains, but he wanted her to be poised and confident, too. Maybe Cynthia wasn’t the threat Giselle had feared. Perhaps Bryce only felt sorry for her.
    â€œOh, no, she’s a great dancer. But I thought it was a hobby, something she did for exercise.”
    â€œSo what’s the problem? Is she too fat? Too unattractive? Too short?”
    â€œShe’s beautiful.” Luke grabbed his phone off the desk and clicked it a couple of times with his thumb before turning it to face Giselle. “That’s her.”
    Giselle looked at the smiling blonde on the screen and saw her worst nightmare. All that and outstanding grades from an Ivy League school? Bryce probably thought he’d hit the jackpot.
    â€œYou haven’t mentioned your mother. Is she alive?”
    â€œShe lives in France.” He said it as if France might as well be Mars.
    So Luke had no support or guidance from that quarter. He was fighting this battle alone, and that touched her. She’d just seen how Vaughn had been emotionally rocked by the unexpected loss of his dad, but at least he had backing from his mother and his mate.
    Luke didn’t have that, and yet his sense of responsibility toward his immediate family seemed as strong as any Were’s would be. When Cynthia had chosen to disappear, Luke’s protective instincts had been thwarted. Giselle understood his visceral response to the situation. It was werewolf-like in its intensity.
    Giselle contemplated the situation. Cynthia wanted to be a showgirl, and from the looks of her, she could handle that job just fine. Her older brother, however, couldn’t. By objecting to her plan, he’d sent her into rebellion mode. Cynthia and Bryce could easily have bonded over the subject of dealing with unbending family expectations.
    Giselle couldn’t decide where to start to untangle this mess. “It’s obvious that you don’t want your Ivy League–educated sister to become a Vegas showgirl.” He had no right to meddle in her life to that extent, but Giselle decided not to mention that. She didn’t think Luke would take it well when he was so upset.
    â€œDamn straight. One of the last things my dad said to me was,
Watch out for my little girl.
If I put her in the chorus line at the Silver Crescent, he’d be spinning in his grave.”
    Dear God. A deathbed promise, no less, one that Luke was taking to heart. It made him even more appealing to her. She was certainly vulnerable to pressure from her folks.
    Luke was convinced he was doing the right thing. She had a fair amount of sympathy for his position, despite his somewhat patriarchal mindset. The poor man had no idea that letting his sister try the showgirl option would have been the safer bet than forcing her into this rebellion. Because he’d denied his little sister, she’d hooked up with a werewolf.

Chapter 3
    Luke couldn’t deny that Giselle impressed him with how quickly she’d hit on the main issue with Cynthia. Although he had plenty of eyeballs to keep track of Cynthia’s whereabouts, they were all guys. They thought like guys.
    Now he realized he could use a woman’s perspective. And as he’d said earlier, he and Giselle wanted the same thing. Or almost the same thing. They both wanted to separate Cynthia from Landry and get his ass back to ’Frisco.
    After that, Luke still had to derail Cynthia on this showgirl thing. Because Giselle had figured out the problem right away, she might have some ideas for changing Cynthia’s mind. Giselle had pegged her as a goal-oriented person. All he had to do was subtly direct Cynthia toward a more suitable goal.
    His cell phone pinged, signaling a text. He picked it up, checked the screen, and glanced over at Giselle. “We might have some news.”
    â€œThat would be great.”
    He read quickly. “According to my guys,