even more. Now she would go home and prepare. Jake had said if things went well with Samara, they would leave tomorrow afternoon for London.
“So I’ll see you when I get back.”
For the first time, Samara’s worry showed. Holding out her arms for a hug, she said, “Don’t take any chances. Okay?”
Reaching down to her petite friend, she returned the embrace. “Don’t worry. Your husband trained me well.”
“I hope you can be home for Micah’s birthday party. He would be so disappointed if he didn’t get to see his favorite aunt on his special day.”
“That’s four weeks away. I’ll be back before then I’m sure.”
She could feel Samara’s eyes on her as she walked out the door. A shiver of apprehension zipped up her spine. For the first time, a ripple of doubt entered her head. Was she being stupid? Should she tell Noah she would sit this one out and take another, less dangerous mission? She instantly knew the answer. She could do this job.
Now having Jake Mallory as a partner? That was a completely different matter.
Chapter Six
Two days later
London, England
“You’re going to wear a hole in the carpet if you don’t stop pacing.”
“I don’t see why we can’t go out. He hasn’t seen me yet.”
“No, and he doesn’t need to see you.”
“I thought that was the whole plan.”
“It is the plan, when the time is right.”
When she blew out an explosive sigh, Jake said patiently, “Look, we know he likes a type, with a certain occupation. If he’s roaming around and sees you today, he might not take the bait if he sees you again at the club. The man might be certifiably insane but he’s not stupid. He’s got to know the police are going to use undercover people to try to trap him. If he suspects anything at all, we’ll have to start all over again.”
He was right, but she was going stir-crazy. Jake had been sitting in that chair for over two hours, reading. She’d always thought a man who read was incredibly sexy, so watching a man she already thought was sexy read a book didn’t help. And when he’d put his reading glasses on? She’d almost drooled.
She had brought her own books but hadn’t cracked one open. Concentrating in such close proximity to Jake was impossible. She told herself she could leave the room, even leave the apartment. They had rented the apartment attached to this one, too. That way if the killer began stalking her, he would believe she lived alone. There was a door inside the apartment that led to the other one. She could go there and get away from him. So why the hell didn’t she?
Ignoring the silent, damning question, she asked aloud, “What time is our meeting with the club owner?”
Without looking up from the page, he answered, “Six o’clock.”
She headed to the miniscule kitchen. “Want something to eat?”
Hearing a heavy sigh, she turned to see that he’d finally put his book down and taken his glasses off. That didn’t help because now that single-minded focus was concentrated solely on her.
“What’s the real problem?”
“I’m just anxious to get started.”
“Are you nervous about your undercover role? If you are, we can change it. Since we’re meeting with the club owner, all you have to do is tell him you want to do something else. You could be a waitress like Riley. You don’t have to dance.”
Riley and Justin would be working in the club, too. Riley would be waiting tables and Justin was the new bouncer. Having them as additional protection gave her a deeper feeling of security. And though Riley was more petite than his preferred victim, Angela knew the operative would play a role in hopes of attracting the killer.
“Angela?” Jake broke into her musings. “Want to change your cover?”
She shook her head. Was she nervous about taking her clothes off in front of dozens of drunken men? Of course she was. She wasn’t shy about her body but neither was she used to flaunting it nakedly to strangers either. That three of those people weren’t strangers but co-workers added another layer of concern. However, this was her job. LCR missions often involved roles that would make the average person uncomfortable. Angela was determined that she could be just as professional as any other operative.
“I’ll be fine…as long as no one gets too close.”
A fierce, hot look flashed in his eyes. “No one will lay a hand on you, I promise you that.”
“Yes, well… They’ll be sliding