Women on the other hand always seemed to need coddling and reinforcement. Or so it seemed, from his admittedly limited experience in dealing with them. If he hadn’t needed Kacey as the insider at Miss Barlow’s brothel, he’d have sent her home in a heartbeat after what he’d just seen.
He closed his eyes for a moment to rein in his frustration. A soft cough from behind him had him turning to look.
“Now that’s more like it.”
“Yeah, well what did you expect, some society chick?” Kacey flopped down in the bed, her eyes hard and wary. “What you see is what you get. You got the cash I got the time. Otherwise take a hike.” She made a show of running her hand over one full breast barely covered by the tight, dirty gray tank top she was wearing. She started moving restlessly and Vance could see that her eyes were red, her pupils wide despite the brightness of the room.