Page 3 of Brazilian Surrender
Chapter Two
“Hi,” Jaeger said, marching into her apartment.
Camila had seen him hours before at his office when he’d told her a couple of bodyguards would watch her day and night until the stalker was found, to guarantee her safety. Whenever Jaeger took her places as part of his investigation, he’d be the one watching her.
Her dog, Torto, yapped at him, begging for attention. Before she could tell Torto to be quiet, Jaeger bent and gave him a quick pat on the head then stood and walked into her living room.
The room’s super girly ambiance contrasted against his masculine presence. He gave her place a once-over while striding into her living room, searching for stuff like he already knew where everything was. His denim jeans and casual black shirt sinfully hugged his pecs, muscular legs, and squeezable ass. “You want anything to drink? Water, juice, coffee?” she asked, grabbing a glass from the cupboard.
She pressed the glass against her neck to cool herself off, and when her eyes found his, he frowned. Oh crap. “Er, I was exercising,” she said then cleared her throat. What a lie. She wore a knee-length blue dress and high heels.
His lips set into a hard line. Gosh. Did the guy ever crack a smile? Like, seriously.
“Where’s your roommate?” he said, checking a lamp that stood next to the sofa.
“She’s out of town for a few days.” Zoe had traveled to Vermont to visit a sick aunt. “Something wrong with my lamp?”
“I’m doing a sweep. Making sure you’re not being recorded or taped.”
She folded her arms. A shiver of fear rolled down her spine. The possibility of a hidden camera never occurred to her until now. Someone could be watching her closely, seeing her every move. She shook her head.
He took off his shoes. “How long have you known Zoe Callahan?”
“About a year and a half,” she said. “I-I had another roommate for six months before that, but it didn’t pan out.”
“Why not?” he asked, as he climbed on her sofa and stretched out to his full height to reach the air conditioning vents. She didn’t want to admire his perfect ass, but merda he wasn’t helping. His buttocks seemed firm, hips narrow, yet with a decent amount of flesh for any woman to swoon over. I should have hired an old, balding detective with a goiter. This Daniel Craig look-alike is trouble. “Camila?” he called, using her name for the first time.
She blinked herself out of her embarrassing butt trance and realized he was looking over his shoulder, waiting for her answer. “Yes? Oh, the roommate. That was my friend Lee. We took some classes together. He’s amazing, but he met this great guy and went to live with him after four or five dates. So, yeah, that didn’t work out.”
“I’ll need his full name and current address.”
“Sure.” The idea of considering Zoe and Lee suspects was laughable. Lee had helped her with her studies and beyond, ever since she’d started her internship, and Zoe could barely remember where she left her gym bag any given day, let alone have the necessary follow-through skills to send out threatening letters from Jersey.
“Someone from my agency is going to the New Jersey post office where the letters were mailed to look at the street cameras so we can get a copy of their security tapes. I’ll bring them to you and we’ll look at them together to see if you recognize anyone. Chances are only one person is involved.”
“Sounds good.”
“Did you think of anyone who wants to hurt you?” He stepped off her sofa and put his shoes back on.
She folded her arms. “No. My life isn’t that exciting. I’ve been spending more time with patients than anyone, really.”
He gave her a once-over, then grabbed a small notepad from his pocket and clicked on a ballpoint pen. Old school. She expected him to use an iPad mini or another tech gadget. “The Hatch has secured good funding and top-notch professionals.”
“Yes. Interning at Hatch means a lot to me.” She had never in her wildest dreams thought she’d be able to cope with her dyslexia, then not only graduate from a university but enroll in one of the most coveted internships in the United States.
“Any of your friends intern there, too?”
“Zoe left the program last year; it wasn’t for her. And Lee is interning under a different mentor.”
“Is there a boyfriend in the picture? Ex-boyfriend? Unfinished business?” He scribbled a couple of things on his pad. “Hookups?”
“Er…” She lifted her hand and touched the back of her neck, unsure what to say.
“I need to know everyone who’s part of your life, even if they aren’t a threat in your opinion. Let me determine who’s a suspect or not.”
“Of course.” She rubbed her palms together. “I dated a guy, Jeffrey Morgan, for a few months last year.”
“Why did you end it?”
