Free Wife by Wednesday by Catherine Bybee, Crystal Posey Page A

hiding.”
    “Won’t that be obvious?”
    “Was it obvious when whoever planted them did it?”
    She’d wondered about that all night. The phone repair guys were the only ones in her house since she and Blake married. “No.”
    “We’ll find the cameras and play to them.”
    Her pulse picked up speed. “Play to them?”
    Blake reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. The feel of his fingers on her skin sizzled. He felt the current too; she could see it in his beautiful grey eyes. “Would it be so hard to kiss me again? For the camera?”
    She licked her lips and watched his as he spoke.
    “A kiss?”
    His palm cupped her cheek. “Maybe some heavy petting. There has to be a room void of cameras that we can escape to… let the person watching wonder.”
    Oh, she wondered. Wondered what it would feel like in his arms. She’d thought of kissing him again ever since their wedding day.
    “What would that prove?” she asked, ignoring how his thumb stroked her cheek and brought erotic images of his hands on other parts of her body.
    “It would prove we’re intimate, that we enjoy each other outside of the public eye. As long as they think we’re oblivious of their surveillance, it should work. What do you say, Samantha? Are you up for the challenge?”
    She stopped staring at his lips and found him staring at her. He already knew how to get her riled and ready for a fight. “I’m up for it.”
    His grin turned into a huge smile. “Atta girl. Now, why don’t you have the cook make you breakfast while I try to catch a couple hours sleep. Then we’ll take a trip to your place. That should give my men the time they need to find all the bugs.”
    He dropped his hand to his side and pushed off the bed.
    “Blake? What about tomorrow? The next day? How are we going to keep this up for a year?”
    “One day at a time, sweetheart. We’re two intelligent people with the same goal. We’ll figure something out.”

Chapter Six
     
     
     
    There were cameras in her living room, kitchen, and both bedrooms. They knew about the phone line already. According to Blake’s men, her car was clean.
    But dammit! Someone had watched her dress, watched her sleep. Samantha revealed to Blake the conversation she’d had with Eliza, the only one that might hold a hint of their deceptive marriage. The cameras were most likely planted by the guys posing as telephone repairmen. Or perhaps someone had snuck in while she’d been out jogging.
    After that, the conversations were on her cell phone and usually when she was out. Not that it mattered, they’d only talked about the reception and the people she’d meet. Admittedly, they talked like an old married couple, which was surprising considering they hardly knew each other.
    Blake drove the town car with Sam guiding the way to her house.
    As the townhome drew closer, the reality of what they were doing spread worry throughout her limbs.
    “You’re wringing your hands together,” Blake told her. “What’s wrong?”
    “Honest answer?” she asked him, knowing what he’d say.
    “Always.”
    “Kissing you.”
    He snuck a glance behind his glasses and returned his eyes to the road. “Kissing me is wrong?”
    “Yes,” she blurted out. “I mean, no.”
    He chuckled. “Which is it?”
    “Ugh. What if I choke? What if I don’t look convincing?” What if she screwed up and gave the camera exactly what they wanted and Blake lost his inheritance?
    Blake removed one hand from the steering wheel and placed it over her cold ones. “Samantha?”
    “Yes.”
    “Relax. Let me take charge here.”
    She shook her head. “I’m not used to men taking charge in my life.”
    “I know that. But you can trust me.”
    She wanted to trust him. But her hands shook as they pulled into her driveway. He removed the key from the ignition and shifted in his seat. “Let’s just go inside and start packing.”
    “Are you going to kiss me the minute we’re inside?” God, she