“I saw Anderson Coldhouse,” Idella said, removing her earrings as she slowly walked around the bedroom suite they had been given. This was the first chance they’d had alone.
Tarek stiffened and looked sharply at her. “Idella…,” he cautioned. He glanced around the room. Butrus and Emin had searched it for listening devices and video earlier, but he still didn’t trust that the room wasn’t bugged.
She pulled a small device out of her pocket and placed it on the nightstand. “No video, and any sound will be useless,” she promised.
Tarek shook his head in wonder and cynicism, and slid his arms around her waist. “Do you always carry such equipment?”
A sultry laugh slipped from her. “The paparazzi are far worse than any spy group. I’ve found all kinds of hidden microphones and video cameras in
