And I was. That's part of what took me so long. Bishop and I had gone through that house inch-by-inch, looking for anything else that might cause trouble for Chloe.
Next to me, Chloe blew out a sigh. "That's a relief."
I was relieved, too. But the camera in the bathroom wasn't the only one.
Trying not to alarm her, I asked, "So, when you got dressed over there, where'd you do that? In the bedroom?"
"Not usually," she said. "I kept most of my stuff in the bathroom, so I normally got changed there." She gave a nervous laugh. "Good thing it wasn't the other bathroom, huh?"
Yeah. Good thing. But there was more I needed to know, as much as I hated to ask it. I tried to keep my tone easy. "Baby, I've gotta ask something else, and don't get insulted, okay?"
Her tone grew cautious. "Okay?"
"I know you said you didn'tsleepnaked, but is there anything…" I hesitated, trying to find the words. "…X-rated you wanna tell me about? Like at that house?"
"Are you serious?" She gave me a what-the-hell look. "No. Of course not. I'm not a cheater."
"I know that." I softened my tone. "But we weren't together the whole time."
"So what?" she said. "Cheating aside, if I wouldn't letyouinside the house, why would I let someone else in? That doesn't make any sense."
"I know."
"Then why'd you ask?"
"Because I had to know for sure. For your sake."
"Formysake?" She frowned. "Why?"
"Because…" I met her gaze. "We found cameras in the bedrooms, too."
Her mouth fell open. "Everybedroom?"
I nodded.
"Wow." She said nothing else for a long moment, and I could see it all over her face. She was horrified.
Yeah, that made two of us.
"You okay?" I asked.
"I guess. Maybe." Suddenly, she froze. "Oh, crap."
I tensed. "What?"
She shifted on the sofa. She was blushing now. When she didn't answer my question, I tried again, making a lame joke out of it. "You didn't star in your own sex tape, did you?"
"Well…" She glanced away. "Oh, God, this is so embarrassing. I guess you say, um, yes?"
I froze. Yes? What the hell? Trying to keep the edge out of my voice, I said, "Who was he?"
"Well, uh, you, actually." She winced. "Except you weren't really there."
I felt a slow smile spread across my face. "Yeah? So you were…"
"Yeah." Her face grew a couple shades redder. "I was."
"And you were thinking of me?"
