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about.”
    Noooo, nothing to worry about here. Nothing at all ... “And why are we doing the whole James Bond thing with the neighbors?” I pressed, knowing the story had to be a good one.
    “I would never spy on my neighbors without good reason,” he protested as he plopped down onto the sofa and pulled me into his lap. His arms closed immediately around my waist to hold me in place.
    Distractions were not going to work on me this time. No sirree ...
    “And you explain all of the devices and whatnot pointed at them, how?”
    He tilted his head back on the sofa, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling for a moment. “Hm. Would you believe me if I told you that they’re not directed toward the neighbors
    specifically?”
    I glanced over my shoulder. The cameras certainly seemed to be aimed in all the pertinent directions.
    He sighed, his fingers toying with one of my curls. “I take it you’re probably not going to be able to just let this go.”
    “Doubtful.”
    “I suppose you’re going to need an explanation.”
    “Possibly.”
    The one-word answers seemed to be working in my favor. “Well,” he said, considering his options, “I suppose I was kidding myself to think that you could come over without wondering what was up.”
    “Probably.”
    “So I guess you’re wanting answers.”
    “Mm-hm.” Was that one word or two? Or none?
    “You’re awfully cute when you’re curious,” he said with a wicked grin.
    It seems the one-word answers weren’t working so well after all. “Stop trying to confuse me.”
    “Maybe I want to confuse you. Maybe”—he twirled the strand of hair around his index finger, then flicked his gaze to mine—“just maybe,” he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur intended to warm a girl’s blood in an instant, “that was my plan all along.”
    Before he could lean in to kiss me and scatter my senses to the four winds, I placed my fingertips over his lips. “Neighbors?” I prompted.
    “Can’t see a thing, I promise.”
    “But you can see them.”
    “Nah.” He shook his head. “It’s not for the neighbors, Maggie. I told you that.”
    “Then who is it for?”
    “That’s what I’m trying to find out.”
    All of this talking in circles was making my head hurt. I just looked at him, waiting patiently.
    Finally he relented. “Take a peek through the view finders.”
    I got to my feet and walked over to one of the cameras, bending close to peer through. To my surprise, the object in view wasn’t the house on the opposite side of the street. “It’s pointed at the street itself,” I said, frowning.
    “Check another.”
    I did. Same story, second time around. The camera that seemed to be pointing at the neighbor’s house next door was actually capturing anyone approaching the house from that direction.
    “There’s another camera in the dining room,” Marcus told me.
    The question was, why? I turned to him in bemusement.
    “I think someone has been watching my place. I just wanted to see if I could catch said someone in the act. Get it on film. Try to figure out what’s up.”
    My eyebrows lifted, and I glanced sharply toward the window. “Someone’s been watching you? Why would anyone do that?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “How long has this been going on?”
    “I don’t know,” he repeated. “A week? Two weeks? I’m not sure. I’ve been a little distracted lately.” He winked at me.
    I could relate. Boy, could I ever.
    While I was up, I unzipped Minnie’s carrier and set her down on the floor. “There you go, little one.” She stretched and yawned, hooking her claws down to the floor as though searching for carpet to latch onto. I handed her one of her catnip mousies. “Run and play.”
    Obediently she picked up the tiny mouse in her mouth and darted for the nearest hidey-hole. She was almost as comfortable at Marcus’s house as she was at the apartment. We’d been over often enough that Marcus had surprised us both by setting up a litter box