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and turn the steering wheel. It’ll be a relief to know I’ll be getting the details from a true professional.” She batted her lashes and looked deep into his eyes. If possible her accent thickened.
    Sabina expected honey to dribble from the corner of her mouth at any moment. She elbowed Bella in the ribs, afraid the man would have a meltdown in the middle of the road.
    Bella threw her a saucy grin. She gave the officer her number, showed him her license, registration and insurance card then waved at him as he left, the tow truck behind him pulling her prized red toy.
    As the tow truck disappeared around a curve, Sabina glanced at her watch. “Oh my God, I’ve got to get back. The show starts in just a few hours.”
    “You surely don’t plan on doing a show tonight?” Adam demanded.
    “Of course, I do.” She blinked, shocked at the suggestion that she wouldn’t perform.
    “Your call. Get in, I’ll drive you.”
    Sabina and Bella looked at the two-seater.
    Adam shrugged. “Sorry.”
    “Not to worry, sugar, we’ll manage,” Bella said. She turned to Sabina and winked.
    Sabina sighed. This was turning into a farce. She had never used her amulet in the past for anything frivolous. Not that keeping a car from going over a cliff was frivolous.
    Her existence in the small village in Italy where she had grown up had been fairly sheltered. She’d handled any crisis with discretion but she’d certainly never widened a car seat for comfort before. Safety, she mentally corrected herself. It wouldn’t do for her to go flying over the nose of the car halfway down the mountainside.
    She got in after Bella and crouched on the edge of the seat, most of her hips resting on air. She grabbed the seat and concentrated. The seat expanded enough for her to ease back against the door.
    Adam got in, stretched out his legs and frowned as he shifted in the seat.
    “Something wrong, sugar?” Bella asked, all innocence.
    “If I didn’t know better I’d say my seat shrank. How silly is that.”
    “Pretty silly,” Bella responded, grinning.
    He twisted the ignition key. As the car roared to life, he glanced over at them. “I never realized you two were so tiny.” He turned his attention back to the road. “Hang on.” He glanced in the rearview mirror then threw it in first. Gravel spattered as he screamed onto the road.
    “You said you got a phone call,” Sabina began.
    “That’s right. I’ll give you details over dinner.”
    Her brows shot up. “Excuse me?”
    “You’ve got a show tonight. I know how draining that can be. We’ll talk about this later. I have a few questions of my own.”
    “And exactly how would you know how draining a performance is? Have you been hiding your light under a basket?” Sabina inquired an edge to her voice.
    “I used to date,” he said, and named a famous singer that made Sabina and Bella lean forward, hopeful of details. “She told me about it on a regular basis.”
    “Well, Mr. Morelly, I can’t have dinner with you tonight. I’ve made other plans.” Sabina clutched the dashboard. The man drove as fast as Bella.
    “With whom?”
    “That’s really none of your business.” The haughty tone was ruined as she lost her grip and nearly landed on the floor. At least Bella had a seat belt on, Sabina thought sourly. She didn’t have to worry about splattering head first on the road. Sabina could always use her powers to extend the belt to fit them both but she was too damn tired. It wasn’t worth the effort.
    “I don’t think you have plans,” he said bluntly. “I think you’re afraid to have dinner with me.”
    “And why should I be afraid of you?” Sabina tossed her head.
    “No reason that I can think of. Unless, you’re afraid of yourself.”
    Sabina gasped, outraged. “Not that’s its any of your business but Bella and I are having dinner together,” she ground out.
    “Bella was, of course, invited,” he responded smoothly.
    Before Sabina could reply in the