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were moving now, and her brake lights flashed briefly as they approached an intersection. He didn’t have any reason to think she knew he was back there, but still he slowed, planning to pull back a bit and follow at more of a distance. No sense getting caught. Especially since he didn’t have a sane-sounding reason for tailing her in the first place.
    Just then, the light changed to yellow, and she slammed on the brakes instead of gunning it through the light. The action caught Finn by surprise, and he had to react quickly, hitting his own brakes to keep from hitting her. Tires squealed and the scent of rubber burning against asphalt assaulted him.
    In front of him, she adjusted her rearview mirror, then reapplied her lipstick. Then she twisted around in her seat, looked him straight in the eye, and blew him a kiss.
    Finn just sat there clutching the steering wheel, his stomach knotting as he told himself that couldn’t possibly be right. He turned to look at the cars in the two lanes sandwiching him. Both women. He checked his rearview mirror. Also a woman.
    Tatiana had blown him a kiss?
    Surely not. Surely he was mistaken. His eyes playing tricks or something.
    He was still trying to convince himself that he was hallucinating when his cell phone rang. He picked it up, expecting to hear his boss’s booming voice.
    â€œDo you like what you see, Mr. Teague?” The feminine voice seemed to ooze over him like warm honey, but not in a good way. Instead it seemed sticky. Like a trap. Like she was the spider and he was the fly.
    Busted.
    Somehow, she’d gotten his cell phone number. How? He didn’t know, but that little mystery was nothing compared to the tidal wave of complete and utter mortification that washed over him, its power so strong it almost knocked him over. Never once had his imagination crossed over into the real world, so why did it have to start with this woman?
    The light was still red, but she hit the accelerator, racing through the intersection and barely missing a black BMW. The driver slammed on his brakes and cursed, then shook a fist at Tatiana. But she was gone, a red dot disappearing into the afternoon traffic. Well, damn.
    He half-considered racing through the light after her, if for no other reason than to apologize and explain. But no explanation would sound sane, so he nixed that idea. In truth, he didn’t mind losing her. After all, he didn’t even know her.
    She’d sparked his imagination, all right, but he knew she wasn’t really smuggling microfiche in her cosmetic case or bringing down double agents with poisoned lipstick kisses. That was just a fantasy.
    Now, though, she’d crossed from fantasy into reality. And he wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there. And while Tatiana disappeared into a distant red dot, Finn downshifted, made a tight—and illegal—U-turn, and headed away from Beverly Hills. If he was lucky, a tidal wave was brewing off the California coast.
    That, at least, would get his mind off his troubles.
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    â€œShe made him,” Amber reported, the incredulity in her voice echoing back through the tiny earpiece. What kind of a spy-guy couldn’t even manage a simple tail on Diana Traynor’s oh-so-obvious blood red car?
    A guy who’s not a spy at all.
    All the evidence suggested that Finn really was just your average guy. The thought depressed her more than it should. After all, what did she care who Finn was? He was just a subject, and she was just doing her job. And that job involved peeking behind the curtain of Phineus Teague’s life to see the wizard behind. If he turned out to be an uninvolved civilian, she could wash her hands of him. And if it turned out he was in the game…well, she’d deal with that development later.
    Grimacing, she revved the BMW bike, leaning sideways into a tight turn as she spun around to follow Finn. Loose asphalt kicked up in her wake, punctuating her