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She twisted her arm out of his grasp. “Are you going to deliver? Or are you going to keep telling me what I already know?”
He reached over and took her untouched beer, draining a quarter of it in a few gulps.
“I’ll be in touch,” he said and got up.
Jessica clenched her jaw and watched him stalk back to the exit.
“Asshole,” she muttered.
This wasn’t at all what they’d agreed to.
Monday. London, UK.
Samuel fumed the whole way back to the hotel.
He’d known this trip wouldn’t be as easy as one meeting. He’d fucking known.
No part of him liked prolonging this stay. The longer they were in London, the greater the chance that someone working for Edward would inform on their movements.
Damn it all to hell.
They got off near the hotel and he took lead, stalking ahead of the others and keeping an eye on pedestrians. It wasn’t as popular of a stop, so there weren’t many around. Still, it only took one person with a gun to end the lives of many.
At least they had a picture of this Oliver Taylor guy now.
Kelsey had sent the image off to Diha and her fiancé to cross-reference and try to find his real identity. By the morning, they’d know what he had for dinner every day for the last week. And if they didn’t, they’d likely have bigger problems to sort out.
“Samuel? Samuel, wait up,” Jessica called out.
This wasn’t working.
He was so fucking distracted and the situation was going to hell. How did he protect her and get the job done?
All this time he’d watched the Aegis Group team and their ladies, thinking they needed to act more professional. Now here he was ready to go fucking feral.
Hands gripped his elbow.
He glanced down at Jessica holding onto him, his arm clutched to her side, as she looked up at him.
The only thing he wanted to do was protect her. And all she wanted to do was put herself in danger.
Fucking hell. What a pair they were.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
He shook his head and indulged himself by patting her hand. “Let’s get to the room first.”
Their small group proceeded up to their rooms. It was late enough the building was quiet and the hall lights dimmed.
He let them into their rooms then did a quick walk-through, peering into the wardrobes and bathrooms—just in case.
“Well, that went about how I expected,” Kelsey announced.
Jessica flopped back on the bed in their room. “Really?”
Samuel came to stand in the door as Baruti flipped the lock.
“I think staying is a really bad idea,” Samuel said. The warning bells in his head were ringing like crazy. “What use do we have of old police reports?”