As he draped his pants so that nothing would fall out of the pockets, he
glanced around the room and wondered whether his instincts were being triggered
by a hidden camera. If so, screw 'em. He'd order eight by ten glossies unless
Beth had any objections.
Should he mention anything to Beth? No point. They were both naked. They'd
been drinking and smooching. If they were being filmed, it was too late to give
a damn about it.
Then he realized that the watcher might be Mandi. After all, she'd watched
him deal with Nassir. And she was watching? Same answer. Too late to matter. He
looked toward his room as he sipped his beer.
On general principles, he nodded slightly as an acknowledgement and tipped
the bottle to her, then sipped again and rubbed his forearms to quell the
goosebumps. Setting his beer down, he rubbed his neck, as well, then moved to
accompany Beth to the shower. A few moments later, his sense of being watched
winked off abruptly.
Mandi had returned to the room after an hour or so of unsettled boredom
aloft. She'd heard the door to Beth's room open and had glanced that way through
the walls.
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