Had an alien, posing as Nick, located Beth and was now engaged in using her to help in whatever they had come here to do? How many other Missing Persons cases were wrapped up in this thing? How many aliens were walking the streets of earth right now? To hell with that, Nolan, he roared at himself. The important thing is Beth. You've got to find out about this thing and stop it, before something happens to her. He started the car, slammed it into gear and gunned it out onto the street, the tires screaming a protest... CHAPTER TEN Janet was more than a beautiful woman and a good model. She was white heat and surging womanhood all dolled up in a body like that of a French movie star. She was as wanton as a Polynesian dancer and as demanding as a nympho. Lying there beside her relaxed nakedness, Nick Danson felt like another man - a tired one. He laid his hand over the swelling rise of her breast and slid it down the flat velvet of her stomach. She made a small sound in her throat and kissed him on the cheek with lips like branding irons. "I'm glad you have amnesia," she cooed against his ear. "Why, for God's sake?" She snuggled the curling warmth of her body against him and chuckled. "Because of this. You used to kiss me, but that was all. I wanted more, but not you." He blinked at the ceiling at her words. She'd tricked him! It was a nice trick, but still she'd cheated. All the time he'd figured that she was some sort of mistress, or something - obviously that's what _she_ had wanted, but in his other life he'd never given her a tumble. It was funny, in a way. "You mean ... we never..." "Nope." She chuckled again. "Aren't I a rat?" "Vixen, is more like it." "That's a good word. I like it. Janet Vixen. How would you like to kiss Janet Vixen, Nick Danson?" "Suppose I get another knock on the head," he suggested, "and I lose the memory of all this, too? Then what?" "I won't embarrass you in front of company. C'mon, kiss me again, stranger!" He rolled over and kissed her again and, tired or not, he could feel the desire surging through him again. Her small hands moved over the muscles of his shoulders, digging into his flesh, her teeth nibbling at his neck. Janet was one of those odd women who can't seem to take a darned thing serious. No matter what the risks were involved, to her making wild love was a hell of a lot of fun and that was that. He had the hunch that if he tried to get serious with her - marriage serious - she'd bounce him fast. But hell, it was impossible to think of things like that with her, besides he was having too much fun. If, he thought later, you can call it fun when you're so weak you can't move. "I have to go, lover," she said finally. "Beth might come up, and I think she would be apt to get a little put out if she caught us in bed." "That's putting it mildly," he grinned. "Besides, I have to start trying to find out about myself."