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“That’s you,” she blurted “Andthis picture taken I’ve never even met you”

“You wouldn’t remember,” he said “Look at the date”

Her eyes returned to the clipping, seeking the date Her confusion was absolute “That’s a year froe over and found part of an ad for satellite television service It looked like a regular newspaper clipping, but

“It’s not a misprint, Lara It’s real”

He waited while her ether

“How?” she breathed She scanned the article’s text, trying to make sense of it There were few details on the criators were stumped as to motive and suspects, most of the article was about her work and life Sos printed were not in her memory because they hadn’t happened yet The final line of the article threw her for another loop Ms Kensington’s fiancé, Reece Jericho, could not be reached for questioning

“Fiancé?” she sputtered, looking up at hiain

“I’ll tell you aboutat her “But right noe need to get out of here”

“I don’t care if you do look like Orlando Bloo anywhere with you You could have easily fabricated this whole thing and made this picture and this newspaper with some fancy computer softw—”

He placed one finger on her lips “I knew you’d have a hard ti this, but I don’t have tiic, sweath—Lara We can’t stick around here He’s sure to catch up with ets his hands on you”

“Who?”

“I already told you Carl” He said the guy’s name as if he were Gandhi or Madonna or Prince and only needed one name to be readily identifiable

“I don’t know any Carl” Lara heard a low hum come from the vicinity of Reece’s chest

“Shit Too late,” he said “We have to hide”

“What’s going on?” she asked, leaning closer to his chest to listenscent a little The hu louder “What’s that sound?”

Reece took Lara by the arod Ra He glanced around and finding they were still alone, reached into the neck hole of his black tank top, which clung to his hard-muscle chest like a second skin He pulled out a broken a froe piece of jewelry was hu louder by the second

“What is that?” she asked, tree stone and had hieroglyphics carved into its surface Half a circle, it obviously had been cracked down the center The other half of the a

“If he catches us, you will die, Lara, do you understand?”

Reece drew her against his chest, and she thought she should struggle against hi plastered to his s to her sensibilities His hold was both soothing and exciting His large hand splayed over her lower back as he drew her nearer “I’ve ainst her hair “I won’t let anything or anyone take you froain”

Oh great, he was a stalker, too

There was a loud crackle and then the hu of the a as she sought the source of the unsettling feeling in the air Booted footsteps echoed through the large exhibit rooht watche how she didn’t want to be saved from Mr Hunky Whack Job Reece Jericho Not one bit

“I know you’re here,” the night watchman called Except Tim usually spoke with a slow Southern draw and now he sounded like he was from Jersey How very odd “You can’t have her, Jericho You can’t change the future or the past”

Lara’s heart thudded She had the sinking sensation that this guy was talking about her future Her future death Murdered at the age of thirty-three She obviously didn’t want that

Reece’s arhtened around her “We have to run, sweetheart,” he whispered “Will you come with me?”

“Where?”

“We won’t know until we get there,” he said “And it’s not so much a where, as it is a when”

“Huh?”

“Hold on to the amulet,” he instructed “I’ether, but we have to try”

She looked up at him, and he smiled She wasn’t sure why, but she trusted him Perhaps it was because no one had ever looked at her the way he was looking at her—as if she were the greatest treasure on Earth And the ood find when he found one Lara took his broken, stone amulet in her hand He covered her hand with his, closed his eyes and whispered a strange series of words Egyptian words