Page 59 of First Date: Divorce
“Orion says it’s to save money.One person leaves and they don’t need a new name tag, just pass it on to whoever takes over the job.”Izzy chuckled.
“She is far more ingenious than I am,” he said proudly.“She figured that with some couples coming here over things like infidelity, it cuts down the temptation of trying to seduce a staff member for hanky-panky if you’re calling themWait Staff.”
“And if a guestdoescall someone by name it’s noticeable.A give-away the staff member had to tell the guest.Your counselor will tell you his or her name and maybe one or two others, but most don’t.Who knows—”
“Mr.and Mrs.Larkin,” the receptionist called from the doorway.“Your room’s ready now.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“…And here is your room.”The still smiling young woman opened the door, stepping inside to hold it for them as they wheeled in their small suitcases.
K.D.followed her, so she saw the issue before Eric did.
One bed.
Not a king size, either.
Not a queen size, even.
More like a runt-among-princesses size.
“This is fine for me.Alone,” she said.The speculation about cameras and audio rattled around her head.
“Oh, no,” said Ms.Smiley.“It’s a firm policy that our couples share a room.”
“Two beds—”
“None of our rooms have two beds.”Did she ever stop smiling?“Settle in now, then in thirty minutes, you’ll meet with Melody downstairs for your preliminary session.If you need anything, let us know.I’m Lily, by the way.”
Was it significant that she’d told them her name, considering what Orion and Izzy said?
The receptionist named Lily closed the door with herself and her smile on the hallway side of it.
“What we need is separate rooms,” muttered K.D.
She became aware Eric hadn’t said anything.She looked over at him and met an intent look.He held her gaze a moment then shifted his focus to the upper right corner of the room, then, slowly, to the upper left.
He wondered about the possibility of cameras and audio, too.
In addition to the cameras in the entry areas, she’d seen them in the hallways, a group meeting room, hot tub area, and dining room.And in the elevator that brought them upstairs.All easily visible.
But she hadn’t seen any on the second-floor hallway leading to this room.Would they have hidden those?
Putting cameras or audio in the bedrooms crossed lines — ethical and legal.But if the whole organization was corrupt and serving up clients to Gail Bledsoe, crossing lines clearly wasn’t an issue.
She picked up her suitcase and set it on a rack, using the motion to check the upper left.
Of course, if cameras were obvious in the bedrooms, they wouldn’t berumored, they’d be known.
“I get the right side of the bed.”She pointedly looked away from Eric, which let her check the upper right.
Nothing there, either.
Without a thorough search, which would never look natural, she couldn’t be sure.They had to keep up the charade of being a married couple during every moment they were in this room.
“You always do take the right side.”He sounded irked.“Don’t know why you have to say it every time.”
She huffed.
