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“Uh-huh.” I noticed a light switch hidden by the sink and hurried to flip it on. A row of lights illuminated underneath the counters.
“Mrs. North?”
I turned, spotting the wiry black man who was in charge of the security detail. “Yes?”
“If you could follow me, I just want to go over a few things in the control room, before we begin.”
“Certainly.” I glanced at Tim. “I’ll be right back.”
He waved me on, and I followed the man closely, visually sweeping each room we passed. Pillows fluffed. Counters empty. House sparkling. Martha may be lacking in the hospitality department, but she had presentation down to a science.
Pausing in the hall, he glanced around for others, then pressed on the hidden panel and ushered me into the room. He closed the door behind us, and I found myself in very close quarters with the man. I moved further in and bumped into the opposite wall.
“Okay, I’ll be in here for the four-hour window, and will be communicating with the team the entire time. He held out a small earpiece. “I’d like to fit you with a mic also, so I can alert you to any problems.”
“Sure. Do I just—”
“Just stay right there. I’ll hide it in your hair.”
And Easton had thought my blow out was unnecessary. As he loops a plastic wire over my ear, I watched the grid of monitors, my attention caught and focusing on the backyard cameras.
Brad’s finger pushed into the tight and needy bundle of my ass and it was the push that sent me over the edge. I came hard, my fingers digging into Brad’s muscles, my mouth needy on his neck, his voice thick and commanding in my ear.
I hadn’t even thought about the cameras. I tapped on the screen. “Are these the only angles we have on the backyard?”
He left my earpiece and moved to the laptop, typing a string of commands. The grid changed, every single screen filled with different pieces of the backyard. The cabana. Outdoor kitchen. Chaise lounges beside the pool. The stairs leading to Martha’s apartment. The perimeter of the property wall.
I looked through the angles twice but didn’t see what I was looking for. “Where’s the fire pit and outdoor sectional?” My heart, which had begun to beat in double-time, slowed at the slim possibility that maybe our sexual exploitations hadn’t been caught by a high-definition camera.
“That area isn’t covered. There are a few spots in the house that the De Lucas wanted to be avoided by cameras. While I don’t encourage that, I do understand a need for some semblance of personal privacy. My team is aware of those areas and removed any valuables. We’ll also sweep those areas thoroughly, after the showing is concluded.”
“Oh.” I nodded as if I didn’t care. Inside, my chest collapsed in relief.
“This needs to be clipped to you somewhere. We suggest the small of your back. May I attach it to the top of your slacks?”
“Sure.” I turned, fidgeting in place as he clipped the small box to my belt, then smoothed my shirt over it. He tested the mic, and I gave him a thumbs up when his voice came, low and clear, over the tiny bud in my ear. “Thanks.”
“We aren’t expecting any problems, but we will be doing pat-downs at the gate, and everyone on my team is fully equipped to handle any issues.”
“I’m sure it will be fine.” Our showing list included five couples, two families, and a single woman—all with a history in the Miami area, verified funds, and squeaky clean background checks. The only danger in sight was that of a lowball offer.
“The Hertz family has arrived at the gate.” The female voice came through the earpiece, surprising me. I glanced at the man, and he settled into place before the monitors and changed the inputs, all screens changing to exterior shots.
I thanked him and moved out into the hall, carefully returning the hidden door to its place and blowing out a nervous breath.
It was showtime.
* * *
Three days and six more unanswered calls to Chelsea later, I pushed a new fertility pill through the foil packet and raised it to my mouth, putting it on the back of my tongue before taking a long sip of water. Through the windshield, I watched as Easton spoke to the yard guy. There was a lot of gesturing in the direction of the hibiscus bush, and Nick nodded. A thumbs up was given. Easton turned toward the car and I placed the packet into my purse and pulled the zipper closed. Setting it down by my feet, I watched as Easton got in.
“Did you tell him about the caterpillars?”
“I tried. I also told him not to cut the bush so far back, but I don’t know how much he understood.”
“Should I talk to him? My Spanish is a little better than yours.”
