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watched the man unfold himself out of the car. He was about twenty-one,very tall and limber, with chiseled features that had just the right amount of soft edges. The word heartbreaker came to mind. His long blond hair was tied back into a pony tail. He smiled when he saw me coming. There was a bit of flirtation in his smile that made me uneasy.
    “Hi, Guy,” I said, looking past him. “What a pleasant surprise. Thanks for picking me up.” I rushed around to the driver’s side and collapsed into his arms. He greeted me with a kiss that was soft and sweet and took my breath away.
    “Get a room, fer Chrissake!” the tall man said in an accent I believed to be Australian. Guy laughed.
    “Megan, I want you to meet a friend of mine,” he said as he released me.
    “Is this Rocky?” I kept my arm around Guy’s waist as I extended my other hand. I wanted him to know I was spoken for. He wore blood red jeans that somehow looked good on him, with scuffed black cowboy boots.
    “Rocky, eh? That’s a nice enough name, but no, the name’s not Rocky.” He glanced at Guy with what I took to be a sneaky smile. I didn’t like it.
    “This is Harrison,” Guy said quickly.
    “Oh. Sorry. Hello, Harrison.”
    I was caught off guard as it dawned on me Guy had more than just the one angel friend. But of course he did. I felt so stupid. I realized then Guy never talked about his friends, or what he did when we weren’t together.
    “In our world, Harrison is what’s known as a tracker. He’s been… watching you.”
    Harrison had brilliant hazel eyes that I’m sure had the desired effect on most girls. I didn’t like the familiar way he was looking at me with those brilliant eyes. “Watching me? Why?” I began to bristle.
    “It seems yer bein’ stalked,” Harrison said. The accent could have been quite sexy, and yet on him it was annoying.
    “Umm, if you’re referring to Erin, I am aware of it. I saw her in my garden a few nights ago. She left a dead bird. I guess she’s trying to send me some kind of message. It’s no big deal.”
    Another look passed between them.
    “Yer not bein’ stalked by a mortal, luv,” said Harrison. “Yer bein’ stalked by a demon.”
     

Chapter Seven
     
    On the ride home, Guy explained that while he was out of town for the weekend, he had asked Harrison to watch over me. On several occasions over the weekend Harrison had observed a demon stalking me, but he was unable to trap it.
    I was in the passenger seat. Harrison had folded himself neatly into the tight back seat. No complaints. At least not from him. I was full of complaints.
    “What do you mean you asked him to watch over me? I don’t need anyone watching over me!”
    I honestly think the anger was a defense mechanism—a way for me not to face the fact that a demon from hell was after me. I recalled Erin’s words from the dream. This isn’t over, witch!
    “Beggin’ yer pardon, Megan, but it’s a good thing yer fella there called upon me. An Ibwa may be a lesser demon, but to a mortal he’s still quite dangerous.” I didn’t like the way Harrison said my name.
    “Did you keep him from killing me?” I squawked. I looked at him in the rear view mirror. He was staring at me all smug and self-righteous.
    “Yes. In a sense I did,” he responded.
    “Thank you. But now Guy is back. So, I guess we don’t need you anymore.”
    “Don’t be rude,” said Guy, sounding embarrassed for me.
    “What’s rude is having someone watch over me without letting me know. It’s creepy!”
    He let out a long, slow breath. “I didn’t want anything to happen to you while I was away, Megan.” His voice softened. He seemed hurt by my attitude. “I’m sorry if it bothers you.” This last part was a near whisper.
    Great! I thought. Now I was feeling worse for jumping down his throat, when all he was trying to do was protect me. I again looked at Harrison in the rear view. I knew his type—handsome, thinks he’s God’s gift to