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He leaned back in his seat. “Stephen is going along with this. I'm guessing it's to make sure Sasha is okay. I know they're technically adults. But they lived in a small town until they went to college. They don't know about this world. They're too trusting and don't know enough to protect themselves. I have to be there for them.”

“I'm sorry,” she said, putting her hand on his. “I didn't know.”

He shrugged. “I have to let them go. I'm good with that. But not like this. Not when they're dealing with men like Geoff.”

“Agreed. But you do realize that at some point you
have to let go. At some point you have to trust them to make their own decisions.”

“Maybe you're right. But not today.” He looked around. “Have you seen her?”

“Who?”

“The cougar out to destroy my brother. The one you said was going to get pregnant to trap him.” He wanted to think she would miss the flight, but his luck wasn't that good.

Dakota's eyes widened. At the same time, Finn heard something very much like a whimper coming from in front of them.

Dakota cleared her throat. “Ah, yes. Aurelia is on the plane. In fact, she's sitting in the row in front of us. Had you been paying attention, you would have noticed.” She jabbed him in the side. “And I never said she was going to get pregnant. Oh, look.” She pointed. “There's your brother. He's going to sit next to her.” Dakota turned to him. “Perhaps he can explain why you're such an idiot.”

Finn almost regretted what he said. Almost. He was sure that under normal circumstances Aurelia was a perfectly decent human being. But he couldn't trust a woman who had gone on a reality show to find a man. Who did that? She was too old for Stephen. He was going to do everything in his power to keep them apart.

He glanced out the window. “When does the flight leave?”

“I swear, if you plan to spend the entire hour flight
asking, ‘Are we there yet?' I'm going to drop something heavy on your groin.”

Despite everything going on and his growing level of frustration, Finn laughed. “Okay, you win. I'll behave.”

“Can I get that in writing?” she asked.

“Sure.”

She settled back in her seat and took his hand in hers. “You are so lying.”

“Maybe not.”

“I'll believe it when I see it. So tell me, what would you be doing if you were back in Alaska? Flying?”

“Probably.”

“You're on a plane now. That's practically the same thing.”

He laced his fingers with hers. “It's not the same thing. When you're the pilot, you're in charge.”

“We could ask the flight attendant if you can have a pair of those little wings they give kids. You could pin them on your shirt. That might make you feel better.”

“You think you're pretty funny, don't you?”

“I
am
pretty funny.”

“I'll give you pretty, but that's as far as I'm going.”

She smiled. “I can live with that.”

 

A
URELIA HAD NEVER BEEN
to Las Vegas before. She'd seen it on TV and in the movies, but she found that real life was much, much better. The short plane ride had passed painfully slowly, as she'd desperately wished to
disappear into her seat. Finn's cruel assumptions about her and why she was on the show had made her feel horrible. She'd spent most of the trip berating herself for not standing up to her mother more. Because if she had something close to a spine, she wouldn't be in this situation.

Now they'd arrived at the huge airport in Las Vegas, she was determined to shake off her bad feelings and simply enjoy the experience. She might never come back, and she had a feeling she would want these memories later.

Stephen stood next to her as they waited for their luggage. Geoff had said to pack for an evening on the town. That was tomorrow. This afternoon's agenda was supposed to be a lot of quick shots of them in the casino and around town.

As the luggage carousel started, she caught sight of Finn and Dakota walking toward the taxi stand. As they weren't going to be on television, they'd been able to pack light and only needed carry-on bags. Aurelia had been forced to borrow a couple of fancy dresses from women at the office, with the idea that at least one of them should be okay for their dressy evening.

As she watched, Finn put his hand on the small of Dakota's back. It was a simple, polite gesture, but one that made Aurelia long for a man in her life. Someone who would be there for her, just like she wanted to be there for him. Someone who would care.

“Point out your bag and I'll grab it,” Stephen told her.

She nodded.

He was sweet, she thought wistfully. But too young. That's what she wanted to tell Finn—that she'd already come to terms with the fact that she and his brother could only be friends. But she was afraid if she told Stephen, he would act different and Geoff would notice. Aurelia didn't want to be voted off the show too soon. The longer she stayed, the more she didn't have to deal with her mother. Oddly enough, the more she was around Stephen, the stronger she felt.

She saw her bag, and Stephen lifted it off the carousel. He had his. Karen, one of the production assistants, ushered them toward a limo. The camera guy was already waiting for them.

“Don't look so scared,” Stephen said, leaning toward her and speaking softly. “They're going to think you don't want to be with me.”

“That's not true,” she said, doing her best not to remember Finn's outrageous claim she would trap his brother by getting pregnant.

“Because I'm exactly who you've been waiting for all your life?” he asked, his voice teasing.

She smiled. “I've always had a desperate longing for someone who could tell me the difference between Hilary Duff and Lindsay Lohan.”

He winked. “I knew it.”

They were still looking at each other as they got into the limo.

She'd never been good at talking to men, let alone flirting, but Stephen made it easy. Maybe because she knew she was safe with him. He was…nice. Probably not a word to excite him, but for her, it was plenty.

They left the airport and drove toward the Strip. She could see all the hotels rising toward the sky, their various heights and shapes standing out against the sand-colored mountains. As they got closer, she made out the different structures. The big, black pyramid at the Luxor, the Eiffel Tower in front of the Paris Hotel and the vast expanse that was Caesars Palace.

“Do you know where we're staying?” she asked.

“There.”

Stephen pointed to the right. As they rounded the curve in the road, Aurelia saw the tall towers of the Venetian Hotel. The limo pulled into the covered entry and their door was opened.

She was vaguely aware that the cameras were filming everything, but she couldn't seem to pay attention to them. Not when there was so much to see.

They stepped into a massive lobby with a painted ceiling. Every inch was beautiful—from the huge sprays of flowers to the gilded posts. Even the carpets were gorgeous.

There were people everywhere. She could hear a dozen different languages flowing around her, and the air was lightly scented with a slightly citrus fragrance.

“You're already checked in,” Geoff told her, and handed over her keys. “Your rooms are next door to each other. If you decide to do anything interesting, call one of us. We want to be there.”

Aurelia felt her eyes bug out. Call him? What? If any of the contestants decided to have sex, he wanted it on film?

“I can't really see that happening,” she murmured.

Geoff sighed. “Tell me about it. Still, if you get drunk enough, we all might get lucky.”

With that, he walked off.

Aurelia stood in the center of the lobby. The crowd moved around her, as if she wasn't there. Hardly a surprise. She'd spent most of her life being invisible.

“Ready to go to the rooms?” Stephen asked, joining her. “Geoff said we're already checked in.”

She held up her key.

He glanced at the number. “We're next to each other. That's great. We can send coded messages through the wall.”

She stared into his blue eyes and told herself it was enough that Stephen was nice. Going through this with a guy who was a jerk would have been unbearable.

“Do you know any codes?” she asked.

“No, but we could learn one. Or make one up. You're good with numbers, right?”

She smiled. “I'll work on it.”

They made their way to the room elevators. Thank
fully, the camera guy took a different elevator, leaving them alone for a few minutes.

Once they reached their floor, they made their way to their rooms. They were actually across from each other, rather than next door, but still close enough. A different camera guy was already waiting for them.

“Who do you want to go in with?” she asked.

He shrugged. “Your room. Stephen, go with her.”

Like they were sharing a room? She blushed at the thought, then shoved her key into the lock and opened the door.

Aurelia hadn't traveled much and rarely stayed in a hotel. Still, she knew what a regular room looked like, and this wasn't it.

To her right was a beautiful bathroom done in marble and glass. There was a stall shower and a big tub, double sinks, a vanity and plenty of mirrors. It was like a movie set or something out of a fairy tale. Past the bathroom was the bedroom. Except it was more than a bedroom. There was a king-size bed with beautiful linens and big nightstands. Beyond that, three steps led to a sunken living room. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered her a view of the pirate boat floating in front of Treasure Island.

She turned in a slow circle, taking in the room again, then looked at Stephen. “I don't understand,” she said. “This can't be my room. It's so beautiful.” She laughed. “Tell me we never have to leave.”

“If we win big downstairs, we can stay as long as you like,” he told her.

Aurelia smiled. “I'd like that.”

They agreed to meet in half an hour and go down to the casino. Aurelia used her time to put her brown hair into hot rollers and pray that it came out okay. She changed into white jeans and a turquoise-colored silk blouse she'd bought on sale nearly a year ago.

She normally didn't spend much money on her casual wardrobe. All of her clothing budget was spent on work clothes, and everything she didn't spend on her own living expenses either went to her mother or her small savings account. But the shirt had been so beautiful, she'd been unable to resist it.

After spreading out her newly purchased cosmetics on the marble counter, she carefully applied moisturizer, then concealer. The powder foundation went on as easily as the girl at the makeup counter had promised. She kept her eye shadow simple by brushing on a light taupe color. After mascara, she applied blush, then lip gloss. The last step was pulling out the hot rollers and finger combing her hair. She bent at the waist and doused herself in hairspray. As she stood, she flipped her head back and surveyed the look.

In a bathroom full of mirrors, there was no escaping reality. But this time it wasn't so bad. Aurelia looked at herself from several angles. She would never be stunning, but for once in her life she was pretty. At least she felt pretty, and that might be enough.

She'd barely slipped into her shoes when Stephen
knocked on her door. She picked up her purse and went to meet him.

“Hi,” she said, hoping she didn't sound as breathless as she felt.

“Hi, yourself,” he began, then stopped and stared at her. “Wow, you look great.”

“Thanks.”

She was aware of the man and the camera just beyond Stephen's shoulder. For a moment she wished it could just be the two of them. That even a small part of their time together could be real. But it wasn't. She had to keep reminding herself of that.

“What do you want to do first?” Stephen asked. “Slots, blackjack, or do you prefer roulette?”

“I've never gambled,” she admitted. “What do you suggest?”

As they spoke they walked toward the elevators. Stephen pushed the button for them to go down. The doors opened immediately. As they stepped onto the elevator, she felt him put his hand on the small of her back.

It was nothing, she told herself. Men did that sort of thing all the time. She'd just noticed Finn doing it to Dakota. But she couldn't help being aware of how he touched her. The silk of her shirt seemed to intensify the heat from his hand. As the elevator started down, she felt a little light-headed and told herself it was from the vertical movement and nothing else.

They walked out of the elevator and into the crazi
ness. It was fun and bright and loud. Aurelia didn't know where to look first.

“Are you hungry?” Stephen asked, pointing to the Grand Lux Café.

“Maybe later,” she said. Right now she was too excited to eat. There was too much to see.

An older couple walked past them. “Don't you love seeing a family traveling together, George?” the woman asked. “She brought her baby brother to Las Vegas. Isn't that nice?”

Aurelia stepped away from Stephen. She didn't know if he'd heard the comment or not. The camera guy had his lens trained on the old people, so she knew that moment was going to make the show.

She started walking, not sure where she was going. Humiliation heated her cheeks and stole the pleasure she felt at being here. She thought about running after the couple and telling them what was going on, but what was the point?

Stephen kept pace with her. “You okay?” he asked.

His obvious confusion told her he hadn't heard their words, at least not yet. Reminding herself they were just friends didn't make her feel any better.

She stopped in the center of the casino and faced him. He was so nice, she thought. A good guy. But there was no way…

“Excuse me. What are you doing?”