He was caught and confessed, "I feel bad aboutnot seeing you all week and wanted to see if you were alright. I didn'twant you upset at me and thinking... the worst about me or worse- a betterguy getting your affection."Isla happily told him, "I spent all week helping my parents at mom's shopafter visiting family. It's busy here and mom needed the help stocking theshelves and racks. There were a few guys here that tried to make a move onme since you aren't here but I didn't have the time to look at. Bryan and Dan had stopped to be interviewed by a sports reporter from the Alligator, the unofficial campus newspaper. I was walking by myself, watching my feet as I was thinking about how we could have improved on our 2-0 win. I felt somebody come up beside me and drape his arm across my shoulder. I glanced up to see Spencer at my side.He smiled. "I took your advice and checked you out while you were playing up," he said softly. "You know, you might have a nice ass if you weren't so damned. Tardiness is not tolerated. I am afraid we can't proceed until the situation is dealt with.” I stand rooted to the spot, frozen in a mixture of fear and awe at what is probably the most handsome man I have ever seen. Taking off is black suit jacket he drapes it over the back of a chair and walks behind me placing a hand on the middle of my back, forces me face down so that I am bent over the table. I squeal with indignation. “Mr. Kline!” I struggle to get up, but he holds me down with one hand. Andrea was privately distressed about Christie, she had talked her into becoming bait, when they were still so sure that Mr. Drake was their man, and Christie had agreed to the plan. Andrea never told Mike what she had done. She was sure that the three agents she had assigned to keeping Christie safe were up to the task. Now they had proven they were not. When she called the men that were in charge of her protection, there was no answer, from any of them. She sent another unit to the last.