“I didn’t think—”
“I had no idea—”
Their words collided.
Karim grinned, took the towel looped around his neck and dried his face and arms.
Rachel bit her lip, then offered a hesitant smile.
“You first,” he said.
She swallowed hard.
“I was going to say that I didn’t think I’d be disturbing anyone if—”
“You’re not. Disturbing anyone. Disturbing me, I mean,” he said. “I just finished working out and I thought—”
“Working out?” she repeated foolishly, because she couldn’t seem to think straight. Well, who would? She hadn’t expected to see him …
To see him looking so male, so gorgeous, in such a non-princely outfit.
The thought made her laugh. She tried to swallow the laugh, but she wasn’t quick enough.
“What?” he said, with a little smile.
“Nothing. It’s just—I don’t know. I never imagined …”
“What?” he said again, his smile broadening as he looked at her. God, she was easy on the eyes. No make-up. Her hair a golden cloud. Her body hidden beneath the old-fashioned nightgown, just the sweet hint of breasts and hips …
“I, uh, I never thought of you working out.”
He grinned. Slapped his incredibly flat belly.
“Have to. Otherwise I’d weigh five hundred pounds.”
Rachel laughed. “Somehow, I doubt that.”
He moved past her, opened the fridge, took out a container of orange juice.
“Yeah. Well, the truth is, I spend a lot of time behind a desk lately. Not much chance to play sports. And I always did, you know? I still run a little, but when I was in college I played football—”
“Football? Or soccer?”
He looked at her.
“Football. American-style.” He smiled. “So, you know they call soccer football everywhere but here in the States, huh?”
She nodded. “When Ethan had colic I used to take him for long drives to soothe him. He loved the motion of the car. Then I’d head home, but I learned, fast that he might wake up if I put him straight into his crib so I’d plop down on the sofa, turn on the TV, and if it was the middle of the night—” she smiled “—which, of course, it almost always was—well, at two and three in the morning there’s nothing much on except soccer re-runs—”
“Goooal!” Karim said solemnly.
Rachel laughed. “Right. Oh, and infomercials.”
“Infomercials?”
“Yes. You know—men shouting as they try to sell you things you never heard of and never dreamed you needed.”
Karim took two glasses from a cabinet, filled them with juice and handed one to Rachel.
“Oh,” she said quickly, “no. No, thanks. I, ah, I should get out of your way—”
“You’re not in my way. Besides,” he said, his expression dead-pan, “if you order this glass of OJ right now, we’ll include a cup of coffee at no extra charge. You’ll just pay separate shipping and handling.”
She burst out laughing. It was as perfect an infomercial as any she’d ever seen.
Karim smiled. “Seriously, I make one heck of a cup of coffee. No shipping or handling charge at all. Okay?”
Not okay, her head told her …
“Okay,” she said, because, after all, what harm could there be in something so simple?
He made coffee.
She made toast.
He took his with strawberry jam. She took hers with cream cheese.
“Jam’s better,” he said.
She shook her head. “Too sweet first thing in the morning.”
“I like sweet tastes first thing in the morning,” he said, and though he hadn’t meant it as a double entendre she flushed, and he thought, just for a second, about leaning across the counter and kissing her …
But he didn’t.
Somehow this moment, this brief détente, was important.
So he cleared his throat, said the weather was unseasonably cool, and then they talked about this and that, the traffic, the newest plans for Central Park …
And then they fell silent.
What if he kisses me? Rachel thought.
I want to kiss her, Karim thought.
Her heartbeat quickened. So did his.
Their eyes met.
“Well …” he said.
“Well …” she said.
They got to their feet.
And moved in opposite directions.
“Got to get moving,” he said briskly.
Rachel nodded. “Me, too,” she said, just as briskly.
He told himself he was glad he hadn’t touched her.
She told herself the same thing.
But those easy moments in the quiet early-morning hours were all either of them thought of that entire day.
The early-morning meeting didn’t happen again.
Rachel made sure of that. She didn’t leave her room until she was certain Karim was gone.
Yes, she’d discovered her captor had a human side.
So what?
Days passed, and though he didn’t mention DNA tests or legal appointments eventually he would.
What would she do then?
Clearly she’d been wrong, thinking she’d be able to take Ethan and fade into the crowd.
She decided she had to confront him.
At the end of a long day—Ethan’s first tooth had come in, and he was cutting
