Pam POV
My nerves are in a frenzy, causing my stomach to churn. This was more nerve-wracking than my first undercover mission when the person I was observing was approaching. I prayed he wouldn't notice my nerves or suspect my true identity.
Poor Bob. While trying to distract my mind, I did Bob's hair and fiddled with his clothing. He did not need me to redo his hair and all that, but Bob did not complain, allowing me to do what I needed to do. Scott came up behind me and told me to settle down, as I had a job to do. That is to scrutinize the woman he was to meet. Now I feel bad for Scott. He is under the spotlight more than I am.
'Sweetheart, how about you let Scott wheel me in, and you walk beside me and hold my hand?' Bob suggested, and it was a good suggestion. I organized for Coll
