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down.”
    “We have to put distance between them and us.”
    When did she become an “us” Stella wondered? She had never
been part of an “us”. And she had never been involved in a car chase before either
and she did not want to start now. Who were these follower people? And what
were those explosions? Did they have the ability to send exploding power balls
from their hands or was that just on television that happened? What the hell
was she mixed up in? She should have known that there would have been a catch
to having great sex.
    “Do these weirdos have magic powers or something?” Those
explosions were not just attempts to attract their attention. They meant
business with them.
    “Nah, I suspect there just a bunch of big, nasty, demented
freaks throwing fire crackers at us.” Kit didn’t believe in magic and he wasn’t
about to start now.
    Stella looked behind her in the darkness. No one seemed to
be following them but then she was new to all this being chased stuff so what
did she know? One thing she knew was the chased always checked behind them in
the movies so it seemed like the logical thing to do.
    “What is this idol thing?” she yelled suddenly at a grim
faced Kit. She surprised herself by yelling at him but then she had surprised
herself by having sex with him. It was a night of surprises and she should be
allowed to yell if she wanted to.
    “It’s an ancient artifact from the Middle Eastern town of Beldarq.
It is believed to be thousands of years old.” Kit concentrated on getting them
as far and as fast as he could away from Camille’s people. He knew they would
find him again soon enough. “I may have acquired it.”
    Stella snorted out loud at his words. She knew a euphemism
when she heard one.
    “Oh please, there is no “may have” about this. Let’s just
call a spade a spade, shall we? You stole this idol thing. There is no “acquired”
about it.” Stella tried to picture in her mind a map of the Middle East. She had
never heard of the town of Beldarq. But then, the Beldarqians had probably
never heard of Brisbane.
    Kit liked Stella Rowallan more and more with each minute
that passed. She was mad at him but she was coping exceptionally well under the
circumstances. Not a lot of women could be half naked and do that.
    “Stole is an ugly word, princess.”
    “But it’s an accurate one in this case.” Stella relaxed
enough to sink her butt into the soft upholstery. Was it leather? Did being a
thief pay so well? She had only got a brief glimpse of the car Kit had pushed
her into but it was enough to know it was sleek and expensive and not her
kicked in and rusted sedan. “Spill the idol story, lover boy.”
    Kit smiled momentarily. He liked it when she called him “lover
boy” in that pissed-off tone. It was sexy and hot and he wanted to jump her. He
momentarily contemplated pulling the car off to the side of the road and doing
just that.
    Stella could tell what was on Kit’s mind by the look he shot
at her.
    “That’s not going to happen again.” Their one time together
had been so damn good that Stella knew if she allowed it to happen again she
would become enslaved by this man. Frequent sex had the ability to do that to
you. She had a belief that the second time with a man was always more meaningful
and was what sucked you in completely.
    “Oh, it will happen again.” Kit was certain of that. The
desire and passion between them was not something that could be ignored.
    “Dream on. Oh demented one,” Stella returned lightly,
knowing she could quite easily fall for someone like Kit Kincaid. But where
would that get her? She had only known him for a few hours yet she knew he was
not person you married or contemplated a long term commitment with. “Tell me
about this idol thingy.” It was time to shove sex into the background. Stella
was sure it would rear up again soon enough.
    “It’s complicated.” Kit didn’t have to look at Stella to
know she was rolling her eyes