The way it looked, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Stop looking so happy about it," she said.
"I'm sorry." I pulled her close and whispered in her hair. "You're right." And shewasright. I might love the thought of her pleasuring herself to thoughts of us together, but that didn't change the thing I hated – someone might have copy of that footage.
After a long moment, Chloe asked, "So someone was watching?WhileI was doing that?"
I shook my head. "No. It was local only." I paused, hating what I had to say next. "But they might have a copy of it."
The blush disappeared, replaced by skin so pale, I was almost worried.
"You okay?" I asked.
She nodded, and figuring I might as well get it everything out there, I went on to tell her the other thing we found, the GPS tracking device on her car.
I finished by saying, "Best we can tell, he used the GPS to make sure he only showed up when you were gone."
She gave me a confused look. "Who?"
"The guy you were house-sitting for."
"Mister Parker? But I never met him."
"Not true," I told her, thinking of the douchebag. "Remember the property manager? Best I can tell, that was him."
"How do you know?"
"I met the guy." I went on to tell her about the times I'd talked to him, and how he'd offered me girls of the paid variety.
"Oh my God," she said. "Sothat'swhy you thought I was some kind of hooker?"
I shook my head. "No. I thought that because I was stupid. I should've known better."
"Oh stop it," she said. "Knowing that, I can see why." She bit her lip. "And now, he has footage of me? In bed?"
"We don't know that for sure," I told her. "We ripped everything out. Bishop's gonna check out the system, see what he can learn. If there's something there, he'll find it."
She closed her eyes. "Oh my God," she groaned, before opening her eyes again. "So Bishop might see it?"
"Hey." I squeezed her hand. "He's just looking at the technical side, for connections, download history, stuff like that."
"You sure?" She paused. "I guess I shouldn’t complain about it." She gave a humorless laugh. "Cripes, for all I know, everyone will be seeing it."
"We don't know that," I told her. "For all we know, the guy never downloaded the footage. And if that's the case, we'll just delete the files, trash the system. End of story."
"When will we know?" she asked.
"A couple days."
And if I was lucky, it would be even sooner.
Chapter 70
A couple mornings later, I opened the front door to see Amber, dressed in a long, formal evening gown. She was holding a bouquet of flowers and smiling up at me.
I glanced toward the front gate. Sure enough, it was open. Damn it. I needed to keep a better eye on that thing. I looked back to Amber and waited.
Her smile widened. "Well?"
"Well what?" I asked.
