“You’re right.” Her shoulders slumped. “But right now I need to get out of here.”
While Trent followed her back to her hotel, a plan began to form in his mind. He parked next to her in the hotel’s large lot and intercepted her as she was getting out of her car.
“You can’t stay here.”
She didn’t look happy as she gazed toward the hotel’s shabby facade. “But it’s only temporary.”
The longer he was with Savannah, the more he felt driven to fix things for her. It was an old pattern. One he thought he’d abandoned when she’d married Rafe. “I don’t mean the hotel. I mean LA.”
“I don’t want to, but with everything that’s going on with the company, I can’t leave until things are settled.” She wasn’t acknowledging how dire her situation was. Alone in LA, she would be at Siggy’s mercy.
“You and Dylan are coming back to Las Vegas with me.”
Trent didn’t second-guess his decision to get further entangled with Savannah and her son. A week ago, he’d been avoiding her, refusing to get involved in her troubles. But what was going on between her and his father kept him from being neutral. She might have been foolish to marry his brother, but she didn’t deserve to lose her son because Siggy had lost his.
“I can’t.”
“What’s stopping you?” The question came out with a sardonic spin. “You have no ties to LA. In Vegas you have me.”
She opened her mouth and looked ready to refuse. He could almost see the wheels turning. Was she trading one bad situation for another? He could have reassured her, but no matter what else had happened between them, he’d always been honest with her.
“I don’t like the idea of you and Dylan alone here.” Trent couldn’t imagine returning to Las Vegas and leaving her to fend for herself. “And I don’t trust Siggy.”
She gripped her keys tight and looked a little like a defendant awaiting a verdict. “How long will it take to sort out what’s going on with the company?”
“I don’t know. It will depend on what Logan finds in the company’s files.”
“I suppose I could find an inexpensive rental in Vegas.”
“I think you and Dylan would be better off staying with me.”
“Absolutely not.”
“I live in a gated community, on an estate with two acres of land and a guesthouse. My housekeeper loves children and is completely trustworthy. Rhoda can watch Dylan whenever you need her to.”
Although he thought he’d made a terrific pitch, Savannah looked unconvinced. “I don’t understand.”
“What’s there to understand?”
“We haven’t spoken since I married Rafe. Just yesterday I had to hunt you down in the club because you wouldn’t answer any of my calls. Now you’re bending over backward to help me out. I don’t get it.”
He didn’t want to dig too deep into his motivations. “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”
“You’ll have to do better than that.”
“What do you want me to tell you?”
She cocked her head and regarded him through narrowed eyes. “What changed? Why are you suddenly my knight in shining armor again?”
“I’m not.” But he could see where she might be misinterpreting his helpfulness. “My motives are purely selfish.”
“How, exactly?”
“Didn’t you see the look on my father’s face?” The memory of it made Trent grin. “He is beyond frustrated that I’m helping you.”
“So this is about you and your father?”
“Yes.” And in the spirit of honesty, Trent continued, “I also feel responsible for you getting involved with my brother and in this mess.”