She was late. He’d written seven o’clock on the card he’d given the maddening woman yesterday in Oxford. He felt a little sorry for her. Malena Alexander didn’t stand a chance if she showed up tonight. It would be like leading a lamb to the slaughter. One way or the other, by morning he’d have Flights of Fancy, the book she’d stolen right out from under his nose, and hopefully a few of his questions answered about her interest in the Vitae Lux and the Megiddo mark. He scanned the crowd of people milling around the fountain outside Crowne Plaza Hotel St. James. He’d picked the Spanish tapas restaurant, Corridor 66, next to the bustling Plaza hotel because of its popularity. She’d feel safe meeting a man she didn’t know here at the upscale eatery–he wasn’t totally without scruples or honor. However, the enchanting redhead had drawn him in more than he wanted to admit to anyone. Her freckle-kissed, bronze complexion and amber eyes had taken him by surprise when he’d confronted her in the library courtyard.
