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forever. “Did you like him?”
    “Why do you act like him, when clearly, you’re not some no-hoper pothead?”
    “I have my reasons.”
    “Hunting down beings who want to destroy the world?”
    “Something like that.” Simon liked Mary more and more. That she didn’t fall at his feet like most women did due to his money was refreshing.
    “I need to know where you’re staying. It’s hard to track down multiple personalities such as yourself.”
    “The Sebel.”
    Mary crossed her arms over her breasts. “No, you’re not. I checked.”
    “Harbor Lights.”
    “Try again,” she responded.
    Simon named a dozen other hotels. Mary shook her head at each. This was not a woman who could be fooled easily. “In a cabin at The Rocks Caravan Park.” He was pleased when she looked at him in surprise. He wondered how often, if ever, Mary Dalton let anyone is close enough to know her.
    “You’re staying in the rainforest? I live a five minute walk from there.”
    That interested him. At first he had thought it was the call of the majestic mountains, the freshwater creek and the winding walking trails that drew him there.
    Now he knew it was more than that. It was the call of his soul mate.
    “Why there?”
    “The area enchanted me, as you do.”
    “I’m not sleeping with you.”

    “Have I asked you too?”
    “No,” Mary conceded.
    “But I will.” The rush of pink to her cheeks made his cock harden in anticipation.
    “Will you?” She was suddenly breathless.
    “It’s inevitable for us.”

Chapter Four
    Sholto had been following Simon Mayhew since he arrived in Cairns. He knew all about the man. That he was rich was irrelevant. Sholto was rich. The game they were playing was not about money. It was about power. He wanted more and he knew Mayhew was going to try and stop him. Most tried and generally failed because they were too noble to play dirty. Mayhew was different. He was an adversary like no other.
    They had first met six months ago when he had mistimed his entry into another dimension and landed in the bedroom of a very naked man and woman. That was unusual. That they were naked wasn’t the issue. It was that he had been drawn to that particular location that was. Normally time lords were careful with their calculations. They measured time and speed and all the variables that would place them where they needed to be but occasionally a power shift would send them hurtling onto the wrong place. And that he just appeared through no portal like a door or a window or a fireplace? That in itself threw Sholto. Not that he would ever have shown it. He always concealed what he felt.
    Naturally the naked woman screamed when he appeared out of thin air. The man with the long dark red hair and the tattooed back merely looked at him and said
    “Dude, how goes it? Welcome to my humble abode, man.” He then got off the bed, seemingly uncaring he was naked and approached Sholto, hand outstretched and introducing himself as Swerve. The woman had just stared in shock, opening and closing her mouth as if unable to comprehend that he had appeared from out of the nowhere.
    At the time, Sholto had written Swerve off as a likeable airhead who offered him cold pizza and even colder beer. He had taken him up on his invitation, intrigued that the man seemed so unfazed by his nudity and that he was dining with an intruder in his home. Later, Sholto would realize that the man called Swerve was not some dope headed beach bum, but in reality a shrewd man playing a part to gain information from him. And he had, because Sholto had been careless and announced that he was a time lord and had been amused at Swerve’s “Wow dude, that’s a heavy trip’ remark. Foolishly, he had gone on to describe his travels and his search for power, over his beer, unaware that the naked man who only nursed his beer was taking every single thing in he said.
    That had been a mistake. A big one especially when he learned who the air head man was