“Since I’m not going to the E.R., the only place you can go now is home.” At her head shake, his voice hardened. “Take my car and drive a few blocks away. My guards will come to escort you back home. They’ll come up with you to make sure the coast is clear and will stand guard until we make sure this abduction plan had no contingencies.” When she didn’t move or answer he exhaled forcibly. “Go now, before the police arrive. You’ve been through enough on those scums’ account. Walk away and forget this ever happened.”
“I can’t and won’t leave you. And you will go to the E.R. Is that your car?” She indicated the imposing Mercedes.
He nodded. “I stopped to send a file from my phone.”
“And that’s when you saw me being attacked.”
He didn’t nod again, his gaze growing incapacitating.
“Give me your keys.” A formidably winged eyebrow told her what he thought of her demand. “I’m driving you to the E.R.”
“As you pointed out, I can’t leave the crime scene. The police will be here in minutes.”
“They can take our statements at the E.R. You might succumb to hypothermia and shock in those minutes.”
“I will succumb to nothing. I’ve had injuries a dozen times worse, endured them for days in conditions that make these pleasant in comparison.”
She knew he wasn’t exaggerating. She couldn’t imagine what he’d endured in war, couldn’t bear to think what kind of injury had given him that blood-curdling scar that slithered like an angry snake from his left eye down to his jaw, neck… and below.
Noticing her eyes on his scar, his lips compressed. “As you can see I’ve survived far worse. Don’t concern yourself over this glorified paper cut.”
Retorts fired in her mind, froze on her tongue. What did he think her? A selfish twit who’d grab the easy way out and run away?
But if he thought so, then…”You don’t recognize me?”
That eyebrow rose again. “I need to know someone to come to their rescue?”
“That’s not what I meant.” She knew he’d defend to the death anyone in need of his superior powers. He’d once made a career of it as a warrior. He’d clearly never stopped being one.
He just as clearly hadn’t recognized her.
Then he said, “Of course I recognized you. Just like the one who sent those goons did. You’re more recognizable than you evidently think you are, Princess Laylah.”
So he did recognize her. Which actually shouldn’t have been a sure thing. There’d been far… less of her when he’d last seen her, and she’d been wearing glasses back then, too. He’d always made her feel he’d never seen her, the way he’d look through her, like he had everyone else. Even now, nothing in his demeanor indicated that he knew her. The reticent Rashid she’d known had become impenetrable.
“I saw you many times around the city before tonight.”
Would this man stop surprising her? “Y-you did? Where?”
“I have offices in this building. You also frequent the restaurants I do.”
He had been the presence she’d felt!
Now that made sense. As did the fact that he hadn’t thought of acknowledging her until he’d been forced to, to save her life no less. She’d always known Rashid had been a far-fetched dream, but he’d become an impossible one after he’d turned from her closest cousins’ best friend to their mortal enemy.
“You clearly don’t recognize me,” he added.
“I’d as soon not recognize myself, Sheikh Rashid.”
Everything in him seemed to hit Pause. The wind, the whole world followed suit.
Okay. That had come out too… revealing. Another attack of what her mother called her “crassness affliction.” She’d thought she had it under control, but it seemed she couldn’t control her brash candor any more than her mother’s family could their crooked ways.
So be it. She’d never be able to give him anything of equal value to what he’d given her tonight, so she’d at least give him the truth. He could do with it as he wished.
It appeared he was at a loss what to do with it. Her confession had clearly stunned him.
His response, when it finally came, was to pretend he hadn’t heard it and to pursue his previous point. “Back my statement, that they attacked me and not you, and I will go to the E.R.”
He was trying to spare her the postattack ordeal, from the investigations through to the trial.
Still…”I can’t let you bear the burden of this mess.”
Those daunting shoulders barely moved in dismissal. “In comparison to the messes I deal with daily, this is a breeze.”
She’d bet. Rashid had created his IT development empire from scratch in record time. He must have dealt with endless obstacles and adversaries to remain at the top of such a cutthroat field. And it would be a mess for her, sabotaging the peaceful life and low profile she’d struggled to create since she’d left Zohayd.
“Okay.” The tension gripping the night eased, until she added, “But only if you let me drive you to the E.R.”
“You think I won’t keep my word?”
“I think you’d keep your word even if it meant your life.”
Another long, empty stare greeted her statement, which she now realized signified surprise. “Why this stipulation, then? You think I can’t drive myself?”
It was her turn to shrug. “I’m taking no chances.”
His grimness deepened until she was certain he’d say no.
Suddenly, he handed her the bloody scarf. She fumbled with it as if with a hot coal as he fished inside his coat for a pen and a notebook. He scribbled a few lines, tore the paper out, bent and tucked it onto a thug. A calling card on gifts for the police?
The thug stirred as Rashid whispered in his ear before slamming him into the ground, snuffing his consciousness again.
Calmly rising, he retrieved the scarf from her limp fingers, turned on his heels and crossed the street to his car.
He was leaving?
She watched him go, at a loss for what to do.
Instead of taking the wheel, he walked around to the passenger’s side. Then, leaning over the car’s top, he looked across the distance at her. “Coming?”
Her heart gave a thunderclap of relief as she stumbled into a run, her four-inch stilettos a staccato of eagerness on the asphalt.
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