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swatted at a bee buzzing around my head.
    “No, you’re gonna find it for me.” His voice was lethally matter-of-fact.
    I laughed. “Not a chance. Hell will freeze over before I’d work with you.”
    A mini blizzard sprang up around me.
    “Oh for God’s sake give it a rest.”
    I could sense his puzzlement before he added, “You’ll do exactly what I say if you want your uncle out of jail.”
    “Ha! My uncle is no longer in the country. So, good luck with that.” I hung up.
    The blizzard got worse.
    I reveled in the cold breeze. “Thanks Granny.”
    The blizzard stopped and the unforgiving sun immediately seared my already sunburned skin.
    Granny Annabel’s disembodied voice echoed eerily off the steep walled canyon. “You have roused the hunter in Derek. He will not stop until you are his. Accept your fate.”
    “You don’t get it, do you? He doesn’t want me.
    He wants the gold.”
    “Only true love will bring you what you seek.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Stop already with the mystical crap.”
    “He is your destiny.”
    “Destiny, my ass.” The satellite phone chirped again. I stabbed the answer button and snarled, “Stay the hell away from me or I’ll do more than stun you.”
    “You try that little stunt again and I’ll put you over my knee.”
    “The big, scary CIA agent’s gonna spank me.
    Gosh, I’m trembling in my boots.”
    Derek laughed. It was a masculine, mocking taunt. “When I’m done with you, you will be screaming my name and begging for more.”
    I stared at the phone in disbelief. Did he really think I was that hard up? Okay I was, but a girl had to have some self respect. “Sorry, sugar, but you’re not my type.”
    “I’m exactly your type, Angel, and one night in my bed will prove it.”
    “You egotistical, conceited ass I wouldn’t sleep with you if you were the last man on Earth.”
    “Care to place a bet on that?”
    With a furious growl, I disconnected and swatted at another bee. That’s when the hum of thousands of bees caught my attention. I glanced up at the ledge I was using to block the sun and jumped back. Holy shit! That was one big, freakin’
    hive and the little buggers were a bit riled up.
    Putting out calming psychic vibes, I inched away.
    A movement at the mouth of the canyon drew my attention. A large form appeared in the shimmering heat mirages dancing across the brittle desert.
    Squinting against the glaring sun, I peered at the man walking out of the translucent waves. How in the hell was he tracking me?
    Sloan looked huge, invincible as he sauntered down the path after me with his Fedora set at a cocky angle.
    I eyed his neon green shirt decorated with bright red flowers. The rescue people wouldn’t have any problems spotting him from the air.
    He gave me a friendly wave.
    I gave him the one finger salute.
    Derek grinned and increased his pace.
    My temper flared to life. Grabbing a rock, I hurled it at the bee hive and scored a direct hit.
    It hit the ground with a loud splat and thousands of angry bees poured out.
    “Oh shit!” I ran for it and put every ounce of psychic power I had into calming the bees chasing me.
    Sloan’s bellow of fury was music to my ears. I threw a quick glance over my shoulder and watched him sprint in the opposite direction with a horde of pissed-off bees on his tail.
    Laughing with glee, I failed to notice a small boulder in my path, tripped over it and did a nice face plant on the ground. Ignoring the pain in my knees and jaw, I shot to my feet and raced down the path; while swatting madly at the bees stinging me.
    Super cold air blasted over me and the bees’
    frozen little bodies dropped to the ground.
    Gasping for air, I stumbled to a stop and wheezed, “Thanks Granny Annabel.”
    “You are an evil girl.”
    “I know. It was a stupid move but that man makes me nuts.”
    “He brings out your fire.”
    I eyed her Indiana Jones outfit complete with whip and nodded. “He sure does.”
    Sloan’s furious curses