I nod back and laugh at absolutely nothing, causing the bartender to give me a strange look.

Kady’s eyes clearly follow Raide, because they’re moving slowly across the room. “I have an idea,” she says.

“What?”

“Let’s dance. No better way to get someone to notice you than to dance. Come on.”

She takes my hand and we shimmy our way out onto the dance floor. We start wiggling with the twenty or so other dancers confident enough to shake their asses.

“Is he looking?” I ask after a few minutes of my best attempt at sexy dancing.

“No, he’s talking to a bartender. He’s sitting, though. So he’s obviously comfortable. Now is your chance to get his attention.”

“It would seem I have to strip to get his damned attention!”

Kady giggles.

“Screw it.”

I turn and start shimmying toward the bar. I notice Raide as soon as I turn, and Kady is right: he is sitting at the bar. A blonde has shimmied up to his side first and is whispering something in his ear. Competition. Great. As I get closer, Raide’s eyes flicker over me, and then the arrogant jerk turns away, like he doesn’t even notice me. Say what? This man is testing my nerves. Who doesn’t like this dress? Everyone likes this freaking dress!

“Can I get you another drink?” the bartender asks.

I jerk and turn to him. “Ah, yeah, vodka.”

My eyes are still on Raide, who is grinning at the gorgeous D-cupped blonde. I am not cut out for this, it’s killing my inner badass and maybe my ego. A drink is slid across the bar and I take it, swallowing it down before stepping back out onto the dance floor. I give it all I’ve got, wiggling and shaking my booty. I’m in Raide’s clear view, I know I am, because he looks every now and then, but it would seem the blonde he’s with is doing better at holding his attention.

“He’s proving hard to get!” I yell to Kady.

She wiggles beside me. “Then get over there and make him notice.”

“What do you want me to do? Jump him?”

“If you have to.” She shrugs, slipping back onto the dance floor.

With an angry sigh, I start swinging my hips as I shimmy through the crowd once more. Just before I reach Raide, I trip—on purpose, of course—and stumble into him and his woman. He reaches down, catching me before I hit the floor. Thank God for that. His hand is curled around my arm as he steadies me. “Careful there,” he murmurs, eyes holding mine for a split second before he turns back to Barbie.

Seriously? I want to stomp my foot.

Just then a short guy with a popped collar steps in front of me. “Hey, baby, I noticed you dancing out there. Maybe you and your friend can come home with me tonight. I can show you a few new moves.”

With a frustrated growl, I turn away from Tiny Dancer and see Raide disappearing through the crowd with his woman. Well, then. This seduction thing isn’t proving to be very easy. At all.

Back to square one.

* * *

I’m leaning as far back in my seat as I can, watching as Raide walks toward a large apartment building. I’ve been following him for the past two days. Using the resources provided by the company, I’ve managed to find his location. I had to follow him from a nearby coffee shop and around the block a few times, but we’re finally at an apartment now. I don’t think it’s his, but still. It’s obviously the home of someone he knows.

I’m in my car, sitting outside the large complex. He hasn’t noticed me, thank God. Fortunately I’m better at the stakeout business than at the art of seduction. Still, it’s not exactly fun. I peer through the windshield, watching him take a phone call. He stops before he enters the gate, and I can see that whoever is on the line is making him angry, because his entire body is rigid, and damn, his jaw is tight. Plus he’s waving a hand around like a conductor who can’t quite control his orchestra.

My phone vibrates and I jump. I find it and press it to my ear, whispering, “Hello?”

“Gracie?” It’s Vance.

“Vance.”

“Why are you whispering?” he whispers back at me.

“I’m on a stakeout.”

He chuckles. “A stakeout?”

“Yes, Vance, a stakeout. I’m trying to find where Raide hangs out so I can get my plan into action.”

“You do know I could just come and take him in, right?”

I frown. “Yeah, and if that doesn’t work, he runs and I blow my only chance. This is my case, and I have a few months to get him in. I’m going to do it right. Don’t spoil my big chance—”

He sighs. “You know I wouldn’t, Gracie. But a stakeout—”

“What?”

“You’re not a cop.”

I scowl. “So?”

“I thought you were going to seduce him.”

I don’t know how to make Vance understand what I’ve already discovered. That a man like Raide is not just going to let me seduce him. He enjoys playing games with me. I need to know his movements. I need to know all of this so I can follow him, and just so happen to pop up in the places he frequents. Then when I get my opportunity and he’s not suspecting it, I’ll take him down.

“Because he’s a smart man, and I may or may not have told him girls like me don’t go for men like him.”

Vance chuckles. “That makes your game a whole lot harder.”

I huff, still keeping my eye on Raide, who is still waving his hands around in the air, yelling at someone on the phone. “I’d use my legs, but it appears Raide isn’t interested. I’m going to have to up my game.”

Vance is silent. Then he warns, “Be careful with this, Grace.” Grace. Someone is getting serious.

“I can do this, Vance.”

He sighs, long and deep. “All right, well, I was just calling to check how you are. You coming into work tomorrow?”

“Yep, see you then.”

“Later.”

He hangs up and I continue to watch Raide for a while. He finally disappears inside but I’m still guessing the apartment isn’t his. He wouldn’t be renting, because that would make it too easy to track him down. I wonder who lives there. I write down the address and then decide to wait a little longer. If I can catch him going to a bar or somewhere more public, this will be far easier.

I can hardly go and knock on the front door.

I wait for three hours. Jesus. How do cops do this? It is boring as all hell. I decide I’ll give it another hour, but I’m desperate for a coffee. I glance with longing at the coffee shop on the corner. I could run over and get one, right? He wouldn’t notice me, he’s inside the apartment complex. Deciding that’s exactly what I’m going to do, I get out of the car and run across the road, toward the coffee shop.

I quickly order a latte and grab a big chocolate cupcake, then I head back out toward my car. I’ve just stepped outside when I see Raide coming out of the apartment. Holy Mother. He’s turning my way. Without thinking, I launch myself into the bushes beside the coffee shop. I land with a thump, and my coffee explodes everywhere. “Motherfucker,” I hiss, desperately patting at my skirt as the hot liquid sinks in and burns my legs.

I shuffle backwards when footsteps near. I hear Raide’s voice; he’s on the phone again. “Yeah,” he mutters. “I’m hearing you, but he wasn’t there. I waited. Nothing. You gave me false information. I thought you were supposed to be good at this?”