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she’d only to look down. He was pressed hard against his jeans zipper. His clever strategy for driving Sara away had definitely backfired.
    “I get the message.” He wondered if Sara recognised the roughness in his voice as another sign of arousal. “You’re turned on by me, but I’m not to touch you. You intend to supervise Jay’s rescue before returning unsullied to heaven.”
    “Why would I do anything else, Filip? You’ve made it clear you don’t want love in your life. I won’t have sex without it.”
    He looked down into her defiant eyes. There were questions glimmering in them, the beginnings of uncertainty, the first flicker of understanding that in the real world moral principles weren’t black and white, and lines in the sand got blown this way by desert storms.
    He could be Sara’s desert storm.
    “Angel.” He stepped back from her. “You’ve won. Let’s rescue Jay and get this over with. You’ll return to heaven and I to my bottle.”
    “Your billabong,” Sara corrected. “You’re still guarding Vince. You’re still free.”
    “For a limited definition of free.” He raised his hand, halting any continued argument. “I have to concentrate on finding Jay.”
    Her folded arms dropping, she turned away. She hunched her shoulders and slid her hands into the pockets of her jeans, staring at the city beneath them.
    Filip tipped his head back and looked at the stars. The tight feeling in his chest made him uncomfortable. He shouldn’t care that Sara felt rejected, confused.
    He rubbed his chest. He didn’t need a computer to tap the internet. He evaded electronic security defences with the ease of experience and called up records of Baz Khan’s life, property and associates. The information chase absorbed him. He cross-checked the data with Khan’s cell phone activities. The patterns and conclusions were obvious.
    “I’ve found Jay. Are you ready, Sara?”
    “Around you I’m always ready.” Her wry smile acknowledged his shock.
    She’d turned innuendo against him and admitted her desire. His innocent angel was stepping into a dangerous world. His world.
    Sara shrugged. “That’s my problem. Let’s go solve Jay’s.”

Chapter Four
    My problem. Only Sara’s problem refused to go away. Oh, she wasn’t aroused—not on a cold Melbourne rooftop watching for a kidnapper. But she was fascinated by Filip. If she stretched out her arm, she could touch him. She wanted to touch him.
    Half an hour ago he’d been teasing her with the sexual tension between them, tormenting her in an attempt to frighten her back to heaven, and all because she’d pointed out he was afraid to love.
    Lots of people were scared of love. They screwed up their relationships as they struggled to protect their hearts from the vulnerability of being fully open to another.
    She should have been more subtle in pointing out his fear. She should have stayed silent.
    He’s nothing to me. A passing djinni who startled me into responding to him. She would see Jay rescued, then return to heaven. It was the little boy Todd who required her attention. She had to get hold of Theorem Illuminati and find the cure for his bone infection. Maybe I should try now, while Filip’s distracted?
    But she stayed where she was, sitting on a neighbouring roof, watching Filip study the suburban house where Baz Khan held Jay. It wouldn’t be fair to take advantage of Filip’s good deed. Besides, who knew what trickery he’d devise, trickery that could hurt Jay. She needed to stand by. Djinn couldn’t be trusted.
    Her frown deepened as Filip shifted, and the muscles of his thighs flexed beneath the worn denim of his jeans.
    Why did she notice? In heaven, guardian angels like Andrew were gorgeous, but she didn’t ogle their bodies. Her breath didn’t catch and her pulse speed up when their muscles rippled in fight training. They were simply friends.
    “Can you hear anything in the house?” Filip’s low voice carried less than a