But the house was perfect in spite of the profanely expressed opinions of the drivers who’d had to maneuver the generator, the craft services truck, the wardrobe/ makeup trailer, and the honey wagon down the rutted road close enough to be of any use. Fortunately, as CB had rented the entire house for the week, he had no compunctions about having dressing rooms set up in a couple of the bedrooms. He’d only brought in the honey wagon when Mr. Brummel had informed him what it would cost to replace the elderly septic system if it broke down under the additional input.

The huge second floor bathroom had therefore been painted but was off-limits as far as actually using it. The painters had left the window open to help clear the fumes and Tony glanced up to see the bottom third of the sheer white curtain blowing out over the sill.

He frowned. “Did you see that?”

“The curtain?”

“No, beyond the curtain, in the room. I thought I saw someone looking down at us.”

Lee snorted and started walking again, stepping over a sprawling mass of plants that had spilled out of the garden onto the path. “Probably Mason sneaking a smoke by the window. He likely figures the smell of the paint’ll cover the stink.”

It made sense, except . . .

“Mason’s in black,” Tony argued, hurrying to catch up. “Whoever this was, they were wearing something light.”

“Maybe he took the jacket off so he wouldn’t get paint on it. Maybe that’s where he went for his earlier smoke and maybe he did a little finger painting on my ass when he got back.” One foot raised above the top step, Lee paused and shook his head. “No, I’m pretty sure I’d remember that.” Half turning, he grinned down at Tony on the step below. “It seems I have a secret admirer.”

Before Tony could decide if he was supposed to read more into that than could possibly be there, Lee was inside and Adam’s voice was telling him to “. . . get your ass in gefffst, Tony. We don’t have all fisssssking day.”

Fisssssking had enough static involved it almost hurt. Fiddling with the frequency on his walkie-talkie as he followed Lee into the house, Tony had a feeling that the communication difficulties were going to get old fast.

“He peeped you. Not the actor, the other one.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Stephen.”

“Well he looked like he saw you.”

“He saw the curtain blowing out the window, that’s all. I’m very good at staying out of sight.” Her tone sharpened. “I’m not the one that people keep spotting, am I?”

“Those were accidents.” His voice hovered between sulky and miserable. “I didn’t even know those hikers were there and I don’t care what Graham says, I hate hiding.”

Comforting now. “I know.”