She bit her lip. Nothing in her quiet life had prepared her to deal with this brooding, complicated man.
At least the effects of the medication had worn off. She felt tired and sore, but her brain was functioning.
You must be hungry. Lamplight etched shadows into the mans face.
I guess so. She tried not to think about Trevor and the wedding reception hed planned at his favorite restaurant.
In the corner kitchenette, the sheikh opened a refrigerator. His broad shoulders blocked Hollys view of the contents.
At last he swung around. We have plenty to eat, if you like Middle Eastern food.
Thats fine. Holly had eaten at several exotic restaurants with Trevor, although she couldnt remember much about the food. Do you know how to cook?
Only over a campfire. The sheikh removed a platter. Fortunately, this can be microwaved.
A sense of unreality teased at Holly. Was she really about to eat dinner with an Arabian sheikh in a robe and headdress?
As he moved around the kitchen, the white fabric molded itself to his powerful build. She wished she werent so aware of Sharifs leashed strength and the smoldering way he studied her when he thought she was unaware.
For one traitorous moment, she wished that, for one night, she could be someone other than prosaic Holly Rivers. That she could yield to instincts that she didnt understand and couldnt possibly justify.
No, she must not think that way. She must set her mind to escaping.
The man had said they were in a canyon. Even in paved-over Orange County, there remained wilderness areas with thick undergrowth inhabited by coyotes and mountain lions. Did she really dare to take the baby out there?
Gazing down at Ben, Holly saw that hed dozed off. Gently, she settled him on the center of the queen-size bed.
The bell on the microwave indicated their food was ready. Her mind still mulling the dangers of an escape, Holly stood up. Without warning, the world began to spin, and she groped shakily for support.
Swiftly, Sharif reached her side. As he caught Hollys arm, her knees went weak and she had to lean against him.
The drug must be affecting your balance, he said. It will help if you eat something.
I thought I was over it. Glancing up, she found his face close to hers, his gaze filled with concern. She knew she ought to be frightened, but instead she felt relaxed. Trusting.
Stay in bed. Ill bring the food here. His low tone vibrated through her.
No. Holly didnt dare fall asleep again. They needed to talk. The more she knew, the better her chances of getting out alive. I want to sit at the table.
Ill help you. One arm encircled her waist. As the sheikh steered her across the room, she detected other thicknesses of cloth beneath the white fabric. So he was dressed under his robe. The realization highlighted how little she knew about him or his culture.
At home, do you live in a tent, or a palace, or what? she asked. I dont know much about Alqedar. Or about sheikhs, either.
His jaw worked, and she realized he was suppressing a smile. Okay, she probably did sound like an idiot, but how was she to know?
I live in a palace, and we have all the comforts of home. Supporting her with one arm, he pulled out a chair at the wooden table. Most of Alqedars leaders are educated in the West. We must be able to bridge two worlds, preserving our traditions while meeting the industrialized nations on their own terms.
You certainly speak English well. She sank onto the chair, and immediately missed the comfort of his nearness.
Where did you go to school?
At Columbia, in New York. He took a seat opposite her. So I am familiar with your country.
New York is only one small part of America.
I have traveled through most of the states, he said. The dramatic landscapes of Utah and Arizona are like nothing else Ive seen. And some of your cities exert a unique charm.
Holly felt more provincial than ever. Shed seen less of her own country than this foreigner.
He dished some food onto her plate. Inhaling the aromas, Holly found that she really was hungry.
For a while, they ate without speaking. Under the table, the sheikhs legs brushed hers. Although he moved them away, she was left with an impression of muscle and sinew.
Tell me exactly why you kidnapped Ben, she said. You were afraid of a custody battle?
Exactly. The practices of your legal system do not always tally with those of my country, he said. We hoped for a quick getaway.
But now that your plan has failed
It hasnt failed, it has suffered a few setbacks, he replied. We incurred what you Americans call the double whammy. We got shot twice, first by a camera and then with a gun.
You never explained who was firing at us, she said. Do you know?
Not for certain. As Sharif ate, she saw that the backs of his hands bore thin, straight scars, as from knife wounds. I have enemies, from my countrys fight for freedom. It is also possible that your sister has enemies.
Jazz hangs out with some strange people, but as far as I know, they dont carry weapons.
What kind of strange people? From a plastic bottle, he poured mineral water into two glasses.