PROTECTING THE DESERT PRINCESS by CAROL MARINELLI

Author:CAROL MARINELLI, [MARINELLI,, CAROL]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ROMANCE
Publisher: HARLEQUIN
Published: 2014-10-01T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

THEY UNPACKED HER case and Layla put on her new bikini. They had a swim at the beach until, salty and dusty with sand, they returned home hungry.

Layla was determined to make lunch herself.

Hair tied up, her new bikini damp, she was frying a practice prawn in butter with Mikael behind her, telling her to turn it when it went pink.

‘It looks beautiful,’ she said. ‘I can’t wait to tell my father about them.’

‘Do you want to go back to Ishla?’ Mikael asked the question he had tried to before, when Layla had been looking at his painting.

‘Of course I do.’

She didn’t even hesitate in her response, but Mikael persisted, knowing her answer had been automatic.

‘Are you sure that you do?’ He saw her face turn just a little and her lovely smooth brow was marred by a frown.

Until this morning she had not considered that she might have to say goodbye to people she cared about. Until now it had never entered her head that she might not want to go back to Ishla.

That she had a choice.

‘Of course I am sure,’ Layla said, though her voice suddenly said otherwise. ‘I love my family.’

‘I know that you do.’

‘It would kill my father if I left.’ Her voice started to rise as she pointed out the reality. ‘It would honestly kill him.’

‘Okay,’ he soothed.

‘I don’t like that question,’ she said. ‘I don’t like how it makes me feel inside. Please don’t ask me things like that again.’

‘I won’t.’ Mikael turned off the gas and, still behind her, wrapped his arms around her and held her till she relaxed back into him. But he could feel that her heart was racing—as, he guessed, was her mind.

‘Go,’ she said, because his words had unsettled her. ‘Go and have your shower. I want to make lunch by myself.’

Mikael left her to it, mentally kicking himself and wondering if he could have handled that any better.

What the hell had he been thinking?

Suppose she’d said no, that she didn’t want to go back?

What then?

Had he been asking her to be his wife?

* * *

Layla was determined to make a beautiful lunch—and she would if the butter knife she was trying to cut a tomato with didn’t flatten it so.

And the onion had made her cry.

Or was she just crying?

Damn you, Mikael, for asking me that, she thought. Damn you for making me stand here and cry and not want to go home to the land and the people I love.

‘Mikael!’ She was suddenly angry and walked through to the bedroom. She could hear the shower was on but had no qualms about walking in. After all, he had bathed her a few times.

What Layla saw, though, had her heart in her throat—and suddenly she wasn’t angry any more.

He looked up and saw the shock on her face as his eyes lifted from where he had been concentrating and he saw her standing there, watching him.

Then he watched her as the shock changed to a delicious smile and she stepped into the shower with him.

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