new town. A new place to live. A job that wouldn’t put her in costumes that made men see her as an item they could purchase.
A fresh start. Definitely. And all because of a man who thought his money, his titles, his gorgeous good looks—because, yes, he was good-looking, if you liked the type and she certainly didn’t—all because of his Sheikhiness, the Prince.
The baby blew a loud, wet bubble. Rachel grinned.
“My very thought,” she said.
Okay. Diapers? Check. Formula? Check. A few tiny jars of baby food? A bottle in a small insulted bag? Double check.
And that was it.
Goodbye, Sheikh Karim.
Hello, brand-new life.
Rachel scooped Ethan up and bundled him in a crib blanket printed with prancing blue giraffes. Then, the baby in the curve of one arm, her purse over that shoulder, the diaper bag over the other, she hoisted the suitcase from the bed and walked briskly through the apartment to the front door, shoved the chair out from under the knob, undid the locks and without a single backward glance headed down the stairs.
She was happy to be leaving Las Vegas. She’d been planning on it, only waiting to save a little more money, but what had happened this morning made that irrelevant.
Rachel paused on the ground floor landing.
Dammit. The taxi. She’d neglected to phone for one. And she hadn’t called Mrs. Grey to say she wouldn’t be needing her to babysit anymore.
No problem.
She could do both things as soon as she got outside and dug her cell phone from her purse.
Wrong.
She couldn’t dig out her phone, or call Mrs. Grey, or phone for a taxi.
She couldn’t do anything because when she opened the door to the street the first thing she saw was a shiny black car at the curb, its rear door open.
The second thing was the Sheikh, leaning against the fender, arms folded, eyes narrowed, mouth set in a thin line.
Rachel stopped dead. “You,” she said.
It was a painfully clichéd reaction and she knew it.
He seemed to think so, too, because a smile knifed across his lips.
“Me,” he said, in a voice that reminded her of steel swathed in silk. His gaze dropped to her suitcase. “Going somewhere?”
She felt her face heat. “Get out of my way.”
He smiled again, moved toward her, took the suitcase from her suddenly nerveless fingers, the diaper bag from her shoulder, and dumped them into the back of the car.
That was when she saw the baby seat.
Her stomach dropped.
“If you think—”
“Put the boy in the seat, Rachel.”
“How did you—?”
He gave a negligent shrug. “A cell phone and a title can do wonders,” he said dryly. “Go on. Put him in the seat.”
“You’re crazy if you think you’re going to take him from me!”
“He is Rami’s,” Karim said coldly
“He is mine!”
“And that is the only reason I’ve decided to take you with me.”
She blinked. “Take me with you where?”
“There are details to arrange.” A faint look of distaste passed over his face. “And I have no intention of dealing with them in this place.”
“I don’t—I don’t know what you’re talking ab—”
“Oh, for God’s sake, woman.” Karim stalked toward her. He stopped inches away, towering over her, his face stern, hard as granite. “Don’t play dumb. It doesn’t become you. I want my brother’s child. You’ll want recompense.” He paused. “Unless you’re willing to give him to me right now.”
Rachel stood as straight and tall as she could. For the first time in her life she wished she were wearing those damned stiletto heels.
“If you think I’d ever do that—”
“No. I didn’t think it, but then, anything is possible.”
“What’s possible,” she said, “is that I’ll scream for help. There are laws in this country—”
“Laws against an uncle wishing to see to the welfare of his dead brother’s child? I think not.”
“You don’t give a damn for Ethan’s welfare! You just want to steal my baby, take him far away and bring him up to be—to be a clone of you!”
Karim laughed. She felt a rush of fury sweep through her.
“You’re a despicable person!”
“Shall we deal with this in a civilized manner or not?”
Rachel stared up into that beautiful, emotionless face. Then she brushed past him, buckled Ethan into the baby seat and started to get into the car beside him.
The Sheikh closed his hand tightly around her elbow and drew her onto the sidewalk.
“You will sit in the passenger seat,” he snapped, “next to me. I am not your chauffeur.”
Rachel glared at him.
“You are not anything honest or decent,” she said.
It wasn’t much of a line, but at the moment it was all she had.
CHAPTER FIVE
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?”
