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  Chapter 23

  Once he stopped banging into things and managed to turn on the lights, Aaron knew where they were.

  That was good.

  He wasn't where he wanted to be.

  That was bad.

  Sarah sat primly on a bed, knees tight together, hands folded in her lap. Kit sat cross-legged on the floor, a sheet wrapped around her and a blanket at her side. Apparently, Aaron had not been too specific when he had transferred them. Once again he had carried along more than he had intended. However, he supposed it wasn't a bad thing this time. At least Kit had a sheet to wear, and the apartment did not have any extra pieces of broken walls lying around on the floor.

  "I thought," Kit said pointedly, "that the idea was for us to go back home. Why is it so cold in here?"

  Sarah raised an inquiring eyebrow.

  "This is an apartment I rented the last time I was in Jefferson," Aaron explained. "And I don't know how I got us here. I've never transferred between points on the same planet before. Let me turn off the air conditioning."

  Leaving the room, he entered the main hall and found that the thermostat was set at sixty-two, though why it was set so low he did not know. A brief touch to the keypad changed it to seventy five. When he turned around he found that the women had already moved into the main living area. Motion sensors turned on lights for them.

  "Aaron, this is really nice," Sarah exclaimed. "I didn't think you had the sense to decorate so well."

  "Me neither," Aaron admitted after giving the place a once over. During his absence the walls had been painted soft beige and several landscape paintings had been placed on his walls. The smell of oranges surrounded him, suggesting that air fresheners had also been added.

  Ever curious, Kit started opening doors. She soon found the kitchen, and then she found the bathroom. "Hey, there are two of those showerheads in here."

  "So, can you take us back home, love?" Sarah asked. "This place is really nice but now that I've seen your first home I've decided I like the one I know better. Let's go. Now."

  The furnace blower came on. Kit jumped.

  "I don't know if I can," Aaron admitted. "The image I needed kept slipping out of my mind. Absolutely nothing happened when I tried to transport over to Last Chance. Maybe if I had a little more time to rest, or if you weren't playing games I might do better."

  Sarah frowned. "There was no more time, and you needed incentive. What do you think would have happened when you refused to be tested?" Rising from the couch, she went to the bedroom, opened the door and went in. "This is one big bed," she called out.

  Aaron rose and followed her. "Nothing would have happened to us. We've just proved that they can't hold a person who can just transport out."

  "Don't be naive," Kit said from behind him. "They could hold me and Sarah separate from you, and I bet you wouldn't get very far if you had a load of drugs in you." Squeezing past Aaron, she walked over to the bed and then dropped the sheet covering her nakedness. After calmly pulling back the blankets she climbed in.

  "Cold." Her voice shivered. "This thing had better warm up soon."

  "It will." Sarah began unbuttoning her top. "Bedtime Aaron. Go away."

  "There's only one bed," he protested.

  "Love, I promised Cathy I wouldn't do anything wicked to you until she was ready to join in."

  "Too late," Aaron muttered.

  "What was that?"

  "I said I need a shower anyway."

  "Then go take your shower and get some sleep." She moved closer. "How about a kiss goodnight?"

  To hell with it. Aaron leaned forward to gently kiss her, but his hands were much less than polite when they opened her shirt, only then it turned out that she wore one of his damned bras. When did Cathy sell her that?

  Sarah pulled herself away. Her smile was soft and wicked and sweet. Tugging her shirt back over her shoulders, she ran the palm of her hand gently across his cheek, not bothering to refasten the shirts buttons. The blush she displayed ran down to her navel, but she did wear a pleased smile on her face.

  "That was much better dear. Now go take your shower."

  Aaron followed her advice. He took his shower. It was very long and very cold.