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“My father was furious.”

“I’ll bet. What if the horse had thrown you?”

“He cared about the horse, habibi. He’d paid hundreds of thousands of dollars for it. And I was only seven. Not really big enough to control the animal.”

“He wasn’t worried about you? Oh, that’s terrible!”

“And that’s very nice.”

“What is?”

“The way that tempting mouth of yours just dropped open, as if it needs me to kiss it.” He brought her hand to his lips and bit lightly into it. “Perhaps other parts of you need kissing, too.”

“Hush,” she whispered. “What if someone hears you?”

But she was smiling, and he could tell by the pink blush on her face that what he’d said had pleased her.

Which was excellent, considering that all he wanted was to please her …

Especially tonight. With dessert.

A very special dessert, he thought, as their waiter approached the table.

“Your Highness. Miss.” The waiter grinned. Karim gave him a warning look and the guy quickly cleared his throat. “The chef sends his compliments and says he’s prepared a special dessert.” He shot Rachel a big smile. “In the lady’s honor.”

“For me?” she said with delight.

“Yes, ma’am. If you’re ready, sir …?

Karim nodded. He was ready. Nervous, but ready.

After almost two weeks together, he still couldn’t believe his luck.

That he’d gone to Las Vegas to try to put right the problems his brother had left and had, instead, met this wonderful woman.

What a fool you were, Rami, he thought.

And yet he had Rami to thank for this miracle. Rachel. Her little boy.

He’d have liked to be able to tell him that.

They had been close, once upon a time. Now, in some strange way, he felt close to Rami again.

The only thing that troubled him was trying to accept that Rachel had—had been with Rami.

It wasn’t about sex.

Okay.

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