him,’ he replied.
‘What—now—today?’
‘Yes.’ He took a quick glance at his watch. ‘In the next ten minutes to be more precise.’ He looked at her then, golden eyes darkened by questions.
‘I really caused you a lot of problems when I didn’t tell you about the baby two weeks ago, didn’t I?’ she murmured penitently.
His shrug said it all. ‘I could have diverted my father from this course he has taken if I had known then, yes.’
‘I was such a miserable coward,’ Evie admitted.
‘No, you were not,’ he denied. ‘You were shocked, you were anxious, and you were trying to do what you believed was the right thing with your brother’s wedding day so close.’
‘Trying to please everyone and pleasing none,’ she translated with a rueful grimace.
‘Well, please me now,’ Raschid requested. ‘And stay here while I am away. As it is, your personal possessions are on their way here from your cottage as we speak, and Asim has agreed to stay here with you. He will vet any visitors or telephone calls.’
Be her guard, in other words. ‘Is he a eunuch?’ she asked dryly.
‘No.’ His mouth twitched appreciatively at the reference. ‘But I trust him with my life so I can therefore trust him with your virtue.’
‘But can you trust me with his?’ Evie threw back provokingly.
His answer came quick and fast—so fast she didn’t even see it coming until she was locked in his arms and being utterly consumed by the kind of kiss only Raschid could issue.
‘I can trust you,’ he affirmed as he drew away.
And why could he sound so smugly confident about that? Because she was clinging to him, lost in him, drowning in him—as always.
But then Raschid had trouble dragging himself away from her, and it was some consolation to feel his mouth come back to hers for a hot, hungry, final kiss before he could bring himself to remove her hands from around his nape and reluctantly step away.
‘I must go,’ he said gently. ‘My flight plan has been filed and I dare not miss my slot.’
Which meant he was intending to fly himself to Behran, Evie realised with a small shaft of alarm that had its roots in the frightening fear that, with their luck right now, anything might happen to him during the long flight.
‘Take care, won’t you? And call me, whenever you can!’
‘I’ll call,’ he promised. ‘And I will see you again within the week.’
Fine words, sincere words. But he didn’t call her, and neither did she see him within the next two weeks.
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