anyway. Iris couldn’t hide her upset at Nawar’s news and Asad wasn’t about to ignore it.
He offered his hand, but she pretended not to see it.
“We’re back to that, are we?” he asked as he led her on a narrow path she had noticed earlier doing some measurements.
Iris wanted to deny it, or simply ignore it, or anything but deal with it, but that wasn’t going to happen.
“Nawar tells me that you promised her a new mother soon.” And the news should not bother her—she knew it shouldn’t.
This time around, she had known they had no future. But the hurt was there all the same. This man had always been able to get past her defenses and believing this time would be different had been more than shortsighted of her, it had been criminally stupid.
“Yes.”
When he didn’t say anything else as they followed the trek through some trees and up the side of the mountain, Iris contemplated demanding answers and/or kicking him in the shin. Neither prospect promised to have an advantageous outcome.
“It’s true, then?” she asked regardless.
“It is.”
“So this is just like six years ago?”
“No.”
She stopped and grabbed his desert robe to halt him, as well. He turned to face her, his inscrutable sheikh face firmly in place.
“How is it different?” she demanded. “You’re having sex with me while planning to marry another woman.”
For a moment something like pain flared briefly in his espresso gaze. “No.”
“No?” Iris asked sarcastically. How could he say that? “You don’t have another woman picked out and waiting in the wings to step in as Nawar’s mommy?”
As his wife.
“No.”
“But …” She did her best to assimilate the meaning of his answers in the face of what Nawar had said.
Asad had promised his daughter a mother. He did not deny it. Yet he hadn’t said he knew who that woman was going to be. In fact, if he did, wouldn’t Nawar have already met her?
He loved his daughter too much to choose a wife without insuring she was compatible with his daughter.
So the replacement had not been chosen. Inexplicably, that knowledge lightened Iris’s heart immeasurably. “I see.”
“I sincerely doubt it.”
“I’m not stupid.”
“Just blind.”
She let go of the hold she still had on his sleeve and took a step back. “I stopped being blind six years ago.”
“Six years ago I was the blind idiot, not you.” He turned and started back on the path.
Feeling uncertain, yet oddly hopeful, she followed him. “Yes, well … we both learned our lessons I guess.”
“Did we? I’m beginning to wonder.”
“So, where does this path lead?”
“To an overlook popular with shepherds and lovers.”
“Um … okay.”
They’d been walking in an unexpectedly companionable silence for several minutes when he observed, “It bothered you to think I had plans to marry another woman.”
Technically he still did, but she didn’t want to get into that discussion. “I would never willingly be the other woman.”
“No, you have too much integrity for that.”
“I was, though, six years ago.”
It was his turn to stop their progress. He turned to her, his expression grim. “No, you were not.”
“You said—”
“That I had plans to marry Badra, not that she’d accepted my proposal. My plans were not hers, nor were they set in stone, no matter that my will insisted it be so. In fact, the first time I asked her, she told me with great contempt that she would never tie herself to an ignorant goatherd.”
That explained his oversensitivity on the topic, but Iris couldn’t help feeling pleased at the knowledge she had never truly been cast in the role of mistress.
“You were in line to be sheikh, though.”
“Of a Bedouin tribe.”
“What difference does that make?”
“I live in a beit al-sha’r, the house of hair. Not a palace.”
“By choice.”
“It was not a choice Badra approved of.”
“Even if she hadn’t been a cheating abandoner of children, you two would have been a really bad match.” Iris hoped Asad could see that now.
He really had been every bit as blind as she was six years ago.
“You think she abandoned Nawar?” he asked curiously.
There was no doubt in Iris’s mind, or her heart. “Didn’t she? Badra signed over parental rights in exchange for a cushy lifestyle and the promise of freedom at the end of five years.”
It was only as she said the words that she realized that Asad’s parents had done much the same to him.
“You mean like my parents,” he said, proving that just like in the past, their brains often traveled down the same paths.
“No. I’m not saying I could or even would have made the choices your parents made, but they kept loving, kept wanting to be part of your life. I get the feeling Badra was a little more like my parents, completely uninterested in having her daughter in her life.”
“Nawar is my daughter and you are absolutely right.”
“You protected Nawar because you understood what it felt like to have your parents put your interests second,” Iris said in sudden understanding on a burst of emotion she didn’t want to name.
“I did not consider it in the same light. I always had my grandparents and my place here among the Sha’b Al’najid.”
But his parents had traded the right to raise their oldest son in their home for the ability to have that home where and at the level of luxury they wanted it. The desire to reach out and comfort him was too strong to deny and she took his hand.
He said nothing, but his grip on her hand was strong.
They continued their walk in silence, Iris’s brain too
