am not,’ he confirmed. ‘But my daughter is.’
Her eyes widened. ‘You have a daughter?’ Eva didn’t know why the information came as such a shock.
His brows lifted. ‘Is there any reason I should not have a daughter?’
The regal hauteur in his manner made her feel irrationally defensive. ‘No, that is … no reason at all. I just didn’t …’ She stopped and angled him a questioning look. ‘She’s not well?’
‘No.’
The words ‘blood out of a stone’ popped into Eva’s head as she regarded him with growing frustration. ‘I’m sorry your daughter isn’t well.’ And it would explain why resolving her problem was less of a priority. Eva realised that she had been relying too heavily on the hope he could pluck a solution out of the air.
This was her problem, she reminded herself.
‘Your wife.’
‘She died.’
‘Sorry,’ she said, wincing at the inadequacy.
Able to hear the next probing question she was working towards, he acknowledged her words with a curt jerk of his head and said, ‘We were married nearly seven years. She was killed in a car accident two years ago. I have had lovers since.’ He arched a brow. ‘Does that satisfy your curiosity?’
Eva looked away and thought, Not really. He hadn’t answered the important questions like had he loved his wife? Did he still love her?
Karim regretted his tone. He was aware that, as the only person available, she was taking the brunt of his growing tension. The final round of blood results would be revealed soon. He was trying hard not to anticipate them one way or the other, and failing.
It actually helped being forced to turn his thoughts to something that he could control—he slid a glance towards the woman beside him and thought, To a degree.
Eva registered that they were entering an underground car park, a vast echoing concrete space. If this was for the hospital, business was not good because they were literally the only vehicle in it.
‘If you want to visit, I’ll wait in the car. Don’t worry, I’ll duck down if anyone comes,’ she promised.
‘I admire your ingenuity but there will be no other cars.’
Before she could question this peculiar prediction he added, ‘And you are coming with me.’
Eva threw him a doubtful look. ‘If your daughter is ill she might not want to see strangers.’
‘I will visit my daughter alone after the ceremony.’
All at sea now, Eva shook her head. ‘What ceremony?’
‘The civil wedding ceremony. By the time the story appears we will be husband and wife.’
Eva stared. ‘You know, you don’t look insane.’
‘Of course, the venue is not ideal.’
The concession drew a strangled laugh from Eva.
‘King Hassan favoured waiting until he arrives tomorrow, but—’
Eva’s eyes shot wide. ‘My grandfather is coming …?’ she yelped in alarm. ‘What is this—a conspiracy?’ Stupid question—of course it was.
He ignored her interruption and said calmly, ‘We met when at your grandfather’s palace last year.’
‘We did?’ she said, humouring him.
‘Yes.’
‘And was it love at first sight?’
Frowning at her sarcastic interjection, he continued stonily, ‘The official wedding plans were put on hold when Amira became ill. But we married in secret at a civil ceremony because you wished to be by my side and support me through this difficult time.’
Eva found it bizarre to hear this fairy story recounted in a flat, detached tone she associated with someone reciting the periodic table.
‘And this is your idea of a solution?’ She shook her head. ‘You look like you have a mind like a steel trap—how wrong could I be? I won’t even bother pointing out all the flaws in your plan, because it isn’t going to happen.’
‘That is up to you.’
‘That’s the first sane thing you’ve said,’ Eva observed, feeling not at all comforted by his admission.
‘Look, I don’t have the time for this.’ He glanced down at the watch on his wrist and the furrow lines between his brows deepened. ‘So I will spell out the facts and then you may make your decision.’
She shook her head. ‘It doesn’t matter what you say—’ She intercepted his expression and, with a disgruntled sniff, said, ‘Oh, all right, then, I’m listening.’
‘Your grandfather is a pragmatic man. He is not averse to change and progress, but he understands that such things are not brought about overnight. He could impose change but he would not because he knows that for change to succeed he must take his people with him on the journey.’
He said her grandfather but as she listened Eva got the impression that the philosophy he espoused was perhaps a little more personal—his own?
‘Honour seems an old-fashioned concept to you.’
He was presuming she had no moral values; Eva’s lips tightened at the assumption.
‘But,’ he continued, ‘it is a central precept to your grandfather’s life. If King Hassan did not react to an insult offered his granddaughter he would lose respect and be viewed as a weak king. He has no choice in this matter.’
‘Is he very angry?’ she asked in a small voice.
‘Not with you.’
‘With you …’ Her shoulders slumped. ‘Oh, God! I’m sorry, I really am, but don’t worry,’ she added brightly. ‘I’ll make it right. I’ll tell him how it was that you were … I’ll—’
Looking visibly unappreciative of her assurance, Karim cut across her, his voice sounding to Eva awfully like that of a man who had reached the limit of his—limited—patience.
‘Have you been listening to a word I have said? Clearly not.’
The dry afterthought brought a militant sparkle to her eyes. ‘I can—’
‘No,’ he interrupted in a tone that made Eva retreat back into her seat. ‘You do not appear to understand anything. If this scandal is not smothered before it takes on a life of its own—’ Karim had seen it happen ‘—there will be consequences. Consequences that no earnest assurances or your version of the truth will alter.’
Eva’s defiance in the face of his uncompromising edict was shaky. ‘What could happen that would be so bad?’
