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'No,' he honestly replied. 'But I would.'
Despite her heavy mood, a smile tilted the comers of her red-painted mouth. 'That's because you fancy the hell out of me,' she countered. 'Whereas my mother doesn't fancy me at all especially as a daughter.'
'Then she has no taste.'
'Gosh,' Evie gasped. 'I wonder if she knows that?' 'Would you like me to tell her?' he kindly offered. 'No. What I would like you to do, Sheikh Raschid,' she sighed out wistfully, 'is gather me up on your white charger and take me away from all of this.'
'Right now?' A pair of long-fingered beautifully shaped brown hands slid around her narrow waist to turn her to face him. His eyes were still sombre despite the light banter they were exchanging. 'Just say the word, and I will carry you off to my palace in the desert and keep you locked away there for ever.'
'A fate worse than death,' she pouted. 'You have horrible dungeons there with no windows to look out of. I know,' she disclosed sagely. 'Because you told me.'
'I have beautiful rooms too,' he declared. 'Which overlook exquisite gardens that cost me an absolute fortune to irrigate. You may have one of those rooms,' he offered benevolently. 'Where I will visit you every day to ply you with priceless gifts and incomparable compliments.'
'May I move around your desert palace freely?' she asked.
He shook his covered head. 'You will be my prisoner,' he explained. 'With guards posted at the door to make sure you don't stray.'
'What if I fancy one of your guards for a bit of light diversion?'
'They would all be eunuchs,' he came back blandly. 'The kind of light diversion you are referring to will make them of no use td you.'
'I don't want to go, then,' Evie decided. 'I'll be more miserable there than I am here.'
'That's my girl,' Raschid softly commended, drawing her even closer to that lean, tight body hiding behind the flowing robes. 'Counting your blessings is always the wiser course in situations like these.'
She laughed. He smiled, the smile reaching his eyes now that he had managed to banish the sadness from hers. And, dipping his head beneath the brim of her hat, he kissed her. They were by now completely alone beneath the wedding canopy, so Evie didn't really need to pull away quite as quickly as she did. Their mouths had barely warmed in welcome to each other before she was carefully separating them and placing some much needed distance between their clinging bodies.
'Are you trying to seduce me in broad daylight, Sheikh?' she demanded mock sternly in an attempt to soften her rejection of him.
But Raschid refused to play the game. 'No,' he said quietly. 'I was trying to demonstrate how deeply I care for you.'
'What here?' Evie mocked that also, but this time the mockery was ever so slightly spiked. 'In front of a Christian altar, what will your God say? Or did the tent above your head make you forget where you were for a moment?'
'My God is the same God as your God, Evie,' he answered very grimly.
'Well, just in case you're wrong, I'm off, before we get struck down by a bolt of lightning or something,' she said, clinging to her bantering tone despite his much-much graver one. 'I'll see you later-'
'Evie.'
She had already turned her back on him when he said her name like that, making her go still as the muscles around her heart gave a painful pinch. Raschid wasn't stupid, she knew that. Those all-seeing liquid-gold eyes of his had caught the haunted look in her own eyes before she'd turned away.
'What?' she prompted warily.
There was a moment's complete silence from behind her that trickled down her rigid spine like a warning. And she closed her eyes, mouth gone dry, heart still pinching in protest at what she was struggling to keep bottled up inside her today.
'What's wrong?' 'Nothing,' she denied.
'The same "nothing" that has made you as elusive as a rare butterfly for the last few weeks?' he grimly suggested.
'You've been busy. I've been busy,' she murmured defensively.
'You've been hiding,' he corrected. 'And you are still hiding.'
'I just need to get through this day with my dignity intact, that's all,' she sighed.
'And you think that my kissing you here diminishes that dignity?' He sounded cold all of a sudden, as haughty as hell. Which was a bad sign. For Raschid a bruised ego always-always made him insufferably arrogant.
'I did warn you not to come,' she reminded him.
