She wanted to die a thousand deaths as she thought that all last night, while she and Jay were making love, someone might have been watching. Recording their every touch or kiss. Getting off while they were in the middle of what she’d thought was a private, intimate night.

She thought she might be sick.

Jay nodded as if he could read her thoughts. “Even though we didn’t know about it, you and I just made our first sex tape. How’s that for dirty pool?”

CHAPTER 21

O h. My. God.

Kristi couldn’t believe her ears. Someone was actually using a hidden video to tape her? The contents of her stomach curdled. “This is insane!” she sputtered, keeping her voice low just in case Jay wasn’t pulling her leg.

“Laugh like I just said something funny,” he instructed, tucking in a forkful of jambalaya.

While her home was being bugged, she was supposed to act as if she were amused? But Jay, she could see, was serious. She managed a weak, stupid laugh, but her heart wasn’t in it. Kristi had seen a lot in her twenty-seven years. Her father was a homicide detective and all her life she’d been exposed to his cases. Some more than others. Then there was the fact that her life had been threatened more than once and she’d almost died recently, but never had she felt so coldly violated, so maliciously used as at this moment in time.

“Someone’s been watching me?” she whispered, anger burning through her.

“Uh-huh, and, unless I miss my guess, they might have done the same to Tara Atwater as well.”

She wanted to kill the bastard behind the camera. For the love of God, what had he seen? Pictures of the last few days flipped through her brain: She saw herself walking naked from the bathroom to the bedroom, or exercising, dancing like a ninny when a great song came on her iPod, studying at her desk. Then, of course, last night when she was lost in the throes of passion, moaning, crying out, begging for more while she and Jay lay entwined and sweating on the bed. To think some twisted voyeur watched as they made love! Her skin crawled, then flushed hot with embarrassment. “Who?” she demanded.

“That’s what I intend to find out,” he said, and she had to strain to hear him over the music. “It’s a remote camera. I don’t know how much range it has, but the receiver could be anywhere. I made sure I put a book over the lens, so I’m banking that whoever it is will try to get back in here and move things so that his view isn’t compromised. I checked around and I think that there’s only one camera.”

“What?” She withered inside. “You thought there could be more?”