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her bra as if checking to be sure that she even had one on.
    “I’m going to take off your shirt, okay?” he breathed into her ear.
    Take off her…?
    He gently pulled her shirt up. “Come on, Kayla,” he coaxed, louder now, her name sounding like music in his soft western drawl.
    He must have had a reason for wanting to take her shirt off, but Kayla couldn’t for the life of her figure out what that reason was. Was he intending to make love to her purely for the benefit of the camera? Would he do such a thing?
    Would
she
?
    She gazed up into the blue and gray swirl of his eyes as he tugged at her shirt again, needing her help to get it off her arms, over her head. A familiar surge of fear shot through her. “Cal, no—”
    “It’s okay,” he murmured as if he were gentling a horse. He kissed her lips again, leaving a trail of kisses across her face until his mouth was only a whisper away from her ear. “Just your shirt,” he breathed almost silently. “I need it to cover the camera lens.”
    He pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes questioningly, and she nodded. Yes. She lifted her arms, helping him pull her shirt up and over her head.
    Her bra was black stretch lace and nearly transparent. She heard Cal draw in a quick breath, his eyes flashing with a heat that was all too real as he looked down at her.
    He quickly turned away, throwing her shirt next to his on top of the TV. It hung down, over the control panel, and Kayla knew his seemingly casual toss had been well planned and well aimed.
    “Is there only one?” she asked, and he sharply shook his head, holding one finger up in front of his mouth.
    “I don’t know who you’ve been with before, darlin’, but one’s all I’ve got—and one’s all I need,” he said loudly, quickly crossing to the notepad and pen. “Go ahead and touch it. It won’t bite you.”
    What? Was he talking about…?
    In his bold block writing he quickly printed a message on the notepad.
    “Microphone or listening device somewhere in this room,” Kayla silently read. “Keep talking while we search.”
    He wanted her to make noise, Kayla realized. He wanted her to help him fool whoever was listening into thinking that she and Cal were, indeed, making love.
    “Oh,
yeah
,” he said, crossing the room and opening the zipper of his leather bag. “Oh, baby, it feels
good
when you touch me like that.”
    He took a clean T-shirt from his bag and tossed it to Kayla, who quickly pulled it on.
    “Oh, yeah,” Cal continued as he began to search the desk and the dresser for a hidden microphone. “Oh, yeah, don’t stop what you’re doing….”
    His voice was velvet. It was pure, smoking sexuality, and Kayla felt heat pool in her stomach and start to spread throughout her entire body. The muscles in his back and arms flexed as he lowered himself to the floor to search underneath the desk.
    He was gorgeous as sin—every last muscular inch of him. He was gorgeous, and his words were outrageously sexy, yet his words and his actions were thoroughly incongruous. He wasn’t anywhere near her, and she was equally far away from him. The entire situation seemed utterly absurd.
    “Oh, darlin’, ever since I first set eyes on you,” he murmured, “I had a fantasy about what that mouth of yours could do to me….”
    Kayla clapped her hand over that very same mouth to keep from laughing aloud. A tiny strangled squeak escaped, and Cal glared up at her from his position on the floor, where he was looking underneath the desk. “Come on,” he silently mouthed. “Help me.”
    Despite his glare, he couldn’t hide the glint of amusement in his eyes. It curled the corners of his mouth, softening the harsh plane of his face, making him look younger but no less dangerous.
    “Ooooh,” Kayla moaned as she began searching the wall near the front door. “Oh, baby!”
    From across the room Cal snorted with laughter, turning it quickly into a very authentic-sounding groan of