Brent looked more closely at Lauren.

What was it about this young woman that had aroused the detective’s suspicions? To Brent, she looked like a lovely and highly vulnerable young woman who was caught in a nightmare situation over which she had no control.

But Brent had a weakness for women in distress. The knight-in-shining-armor syndrome. Always charging in to rescue someone, and getting wounded in the process.

Still, Lauren was his employee. It was his job, his responsibility, to help her.

“Don’t worry,” he told her. “The detective may be offensive, but he seems good at his job. He’ll get to the bottom of this, find out who killed Frank, and it’ll all work out. In the meantime, we’ll both hang around here. Find out what we can.”

Hope sprang into her face. “You’ll stay in Vegas with me? I really appreciate that.” She gave a hesitant smile. “Thank you, Brent. I feel better already.”

The sound of his whispered name stirred up an odd feeling in his stomach. Oh, yeah. He needed to move cautiously here.