Page 29 of Hard Rock Sin
Before I knew it we were at my bedroom door. Behind me, every light in the hallway was turned on. I hadn't noticed at the time, but Cameron had been switching on every light as we made our way through the house. Our path was now well lit.
"We've arrived safe and sound," he said. "Want me to check the closet for monsters, too?"
I hesitated for the slightest of moments. Cameron's face turned puzzled. I straightened my back, throwing off the tension in my shoulders.
"Thanks for showing me the way," I said, aiming for a breezy tone. I pretended like I didn't notice the slight frown on his face. "I've got to get an early start."
I put my hand on my bedroom door. I couldn't make myself turn the knob. My hand trembled. My grip on the doorknob made it rattle.
"Are you actually worried someone might be in there?" Cameron asked, concerned.
My heart jumped in my chest at the mere thought. "No. Why would I be?"
"Shit." Cameron's face fell. "Now I remember. You had that break in, didn't you?"
A shot of adrenaline hit my system. All my senses went on high alert.
"What do you mean?" I fought to speak through a tight throat and dry mouth.
"A while back, before you went to London. Some guys broke into yours and Noah's place, didn't they?" Cameron cursed and ran his hand through his bangs, revealing both eyes. His eyebrows were drawn down, looking chagrinned. "I totally forgot."
I took in slow, shaky breaths, trying to keep my racing pulse from going into overdrive.
"I didn't mean to tease you." Cameron seemed sincerely remorseful.
"It's okay." I tried to keep my voice steady. It didn't work.
Cameron looked upset with himself. "I'm such an asshole."
"It was a long time ago."
A thoughtful expression crossed Cameron's face. He pulled out his phone.
"If you're worried about crazy fans or paparazzi trying to get in, you don't have to be." He looked down at the screen and tapped a few buttons. "I've got a state of the art security system."
"Jen mentioned something like that."
"Look."
He turned the screen to show me. It looked like a night-vision view of his front yard, showing the driveway leading to the gates. He tapped again and this time the screen showed a video of the backyard pool.
"I've got cameras hooked up covering every inch of the place," he told me. "It's totally safe here."
The thought of cameras watching my every move should have been creepy. Who knew what kind of perverted things someone like Cameron could get up to with that kind of access?
But instead it made my lingering anxiety ease up some. The vise squeezing my chest loosened.
"You really have cameras everywhere?" I asked.
"Not inside the house, if that's what you're worried about. Just the perimeter."
I took the phone from his hand and tapped around myself, finding different views. The coverage looked thorough.
"There are sensors on the doors and windows," he added. "They trip if anyone tries to break in."
"This is pretty cool." I didn't take my eyes off the screen. I had to admit, knowing that Cameron had the ability to watch every inch of his grounds made me feel a lot safer.
"Give me your phone," he said.
