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“Uh-huh.” Damn, she knew how to swing those hips.
Glancing back over her shoulder, she frowned. “Are you listening to me?”
“Aye. But I’m enjoying the show too. I’m that rare mythical beast women search for—a man who can multitask.”
Agnes burst out laughing, and Logan felt a strange pride that he’d been the cause of it.
They walked along the corridor to the storeroom in silence, aware that guests were sleeping or watching late-night TV behind closed doors. She pointed up at the corner facing the closet and the bulk of the corridor. “How about there?”
Yep, that would do fine. “You got a ladder?”
“No. I was go
ing to levitate to install the camera.” And there it was again—that snarky little bite that made him want to kiss her.
She opened the storeroom door and pulled out a ladder. Logan set it up quietly while Agnes unboxed the cameras. They were just wee things, able to be fixed to the walls with heavy-duty double-sided sticky tape, which is why they’d chosen them—it meant no drilling into the walls of Dougal’s precious hotel. Unfortunately, it also meant the range they could transmit was shorter, and their lenses weren’t great. There wouldn’t be a whole lot of detail in the images they got, but hopefully, they’d be enough to identify the culprit.
Logan pointed down the corridor. “One at the head of the stairs, covering the guest rooms. Another facing your office. And a third in the kitchen.”
“What happened to you know the hotel better than I do?”
“Just proving I have a brain under all this.” He waved a hand down his body. “Wouldn’t want you to think I’m all looks and nothing else.”
“How about you use that brawn of yours to hold the ladder for me?”
That wasn’t happening. His mother had brought him up better than that. “As much as I’d like that view, manners dictate I do the grunt work.”
“Fine. If it makes you feel all manly to climb the ladder, who am I to get in the way?”
“Exactly.” Once he was at the top, she handed him the bottle of rubbing alcohol and a cloth. “I’ll wipe the area where the sticky tape will be before you hand it up to me.” A couple of minutes later, he’d stuck the first camera high on the wall. “Open the app we set up and check if the angle’s right, will you?”
She dug out her phone and compared the image from the camera with the corridor. “A little to the left and down a bit.” Logan did as instructed. “That’s it. Perfect. You really are a mythical beast—you can multitask and you follow instructions.”
“Oh, I’m very good at following instructions,” he purred as he climbed down the ladder to stand beside her. “Especially if I can see the value in doing it.” He reached out to tuck a lock of her white-blonde hair behind her ear, but he took his time, lingering, feeling the silk between his finger and thumb. “Isobel has dark hair,” he murmured, and most would say it was pretty in itself, but he preferred the color Agnes sported.
“And my sister Mairi has curly red hair, and my other sister, Donna, has honey-colored hair. My family covers all the options.”
Her voice sounded raspy, and he wondered if it was an effect of him standing so close to her. He hoped so.
“You’ve changed your deodorant,” she said, making him realize she was breathing him in just as deeply as he was her.
“Is it better?” His fingers toyed with her hair.
“Yeah. It smells like the ocean.” She cleared her throat and stepped back out of his reach. “Next camera. Get the ladder. Chop chop.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
After attaching two more cameras to cover the main guest floor, Logan turned to Agnes. “What about upstairs?”
“There isn’t any storage up there, and that’s where my room is, so I should be a deterrent to a thief. I think one camera at the top of the stairs is probably enough.”
“Sound reasoning,” he agreed.
“And that doesn’t come across as patronizing at all.”
That delighted him. “You honestly don’t believe in letting shit slide, do you?”
“No.” She stared him straight in the eye. “Still think my backside is sexy?”
