“Sinclair.”
“Huh?” The man stopped and glanced over his shoulder. After staring at us for a moment, he swung his chair around. “What’s wrong?”
“You said you always feel like someone is watching you when you’re in the living room?”
“Yeah, kinda.”
“Do you feel like that anywhere else in the house?”
“No, just the living room.” His forehead wrinkled as he frowned. “Why? What’s going on?”
“Is there any way it could be bugged?”
Sinclair’s eyes rounded. “Bugged?”
“An electronic listening devices or something like that.”
Those beautiful eyes grew rounder. “Seriously?”
“Anything is possible.”
Sinclair stared at me for a moment longer before looking at Samson. “Go down to my office downstairs. There’s a cabinet against the left wall right inside the door. In the third drawer from the bottom is a device. It looks kind of like a Geiger counter with a wand attached to it. Bring it to me.”
Samson didn’t even argue, he just headed for the stairs.
“You have a bug detector?”
Sinclair nodded. “I sweep my office regularly, but I never thought to search the rest of the house.”
“Then I think we should, and I’d start with your office.”
It enraged me to think of someone listening in on Sinclair. Considering I had done the same thing, I shouldn’t be so angry, but I was. If I found out who had done it, I was going to rip out their throats.
“Does this mean the pajama party is off?”
Chapter Ten
Stone
I quietly closed the bedroom door and then tiptoed over to the bed. It had taken us most of the night to search the entire house. By the time we were done, we had located thirteen listening devices strewn throughout the large mansion.
Two of them had been in Sinclair’s office.
Surprisingly, our private rooms had all been clean. I had expected at least one listening device in Sinclair’s room, which had just become my room, too.
I stopped at the edge of the bed and stared down at the man sleeping in the bed. I had sent Sinclair to bed hours ago. He was just getting over being sick. He needed his rest more than the rest of us. That had been a couple of hours ago.
I smiled when I saw his eyelashes flicker.
“I know you’re awake, love.”
Sinclair laughed as he opened his eyes and peered up at me with sleepy eyes. “I heard you come in.”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t get too many nighttime visitors.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’d better not be getting any nighttime visitors.”
