The shirts he had used to cover the video camera had been moved. They were neatly folded now and lying on top of the dresser, leaving the camera lens unobstructed. His cowboy hat had been delivered from the front desk—it lay on top of the neatly tidied bed along with several thick white towels. “Oh, good, the maid’s been here,” Kayla said, coming into the room behind him, meeting his eyes just long enough to let him know that she, too, was aware they were being watched. She sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up his hat. “I’m exhausted. I know you wanted to go out for dinner, but I’m ready to turn in early. My stomach’s still upset from lunch, and…” Cal knew what she was doing. She was giving them an excuse to spend tonight in their separate rooms without arousing suspicion on the part of the people watching and listening in. That was good. That was very good. He wasn’t sure he could handle pretending to be intimate with Kayla right now. He sat down next to her on the bed, but he couldn’t bring himself to touch her for the sake of the cameras.
