AllFreeNovel
Share Us
WHERE was Karim taking her?
When she’d asked, he’d avoided a direct answer.
Why ask again and give him the pleasure of acknowledging that he was in charge? Maybe thinking that way was foolish but it was the way Rachel felt.
He’d done everything he could to humiliate her. The way he looked at her, talked to her, snapped orders at her …
The way he’d kissed her.
No. She wasn’t going to add to it by pleading for information.
She looked back at Ethan and came as close to a smile as she could. Her boy was content; he loved car rides. She had a beat-up old Ford. It wasn’t much to look at but it was fairly reliable.
Early on, when Ethan was colicky and crying, and Suki would cover her ears and say, “Can’t that baby ever be quiet?” Rachel had discovered that taking him for a ride into the desert, sometimes as far as Red Rock Canyon, almost always turned those heartbreaking sobs to gurgles of contentment.
If only she and her baby were alone and heading for the peaceful canyon now, she thought, folding her hands tightly in her lap and staring out the window.
Rachel glanced at the Sheikh.
He drove quickly and competently, his left hand on the steering wheel, his right resting lightly on the gear shifter. His profile was unalterably stern.
The logical destination would be a lawyer’s office, but she dismissed that as soon as she thought of it.
Snapping his fingers and making a car seat materialize in the middle of the desert was one thing.
Conjuring up an attorney he’d trust to sort out all the legalese of Ethan’s custody was another.
Was he heading for a lab for a DNA test?
No. She doubted that, too.
The Sheikh was accustomed to using his power and money to get what he wanted, but even he had to know that he’d need her consent to get a sample of Ethan’s DNA.
After all, she was his mother.
Rachel swallowed hard.
He’d accepted her in that role without hesitation; clearly he didn’t know a thing about Suki or the months his brother had spent with her.
And she had every intention of keeping it that way.
Then, where were they going?
To the Strip. That had to be the answer.
It was not terribly far from the grimy building she lived in to the glitzy hotels on the Strip, but you measured the distance in money, not in miles.
That had to be where he was taking her. A restaurant. A coffee shop. Or his suite.
