The Sheikh’s Stubborn Employee: Qadir Sheikhs Book Three by North Leslie

Author:North, Leslie
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-09T16:00:00+00:00

Come see me.

Excitement crackled to life like a sparkler on a dark night. Emily wasted no time going to Zaman’s rooms.

* * *

The nights in Zaman’s bed piled up, one after the other, and the days raced on like the horses in the great endurance race. They surged forward, then pulled back, then surged forward again.

Emily thought she’d been tired before. Now she was exhausted.

Daud caught her in mid-yawn at the beginning of one week. “Should you be in your bed?”

“Should you be in yours, Daud?” She grinned at him to let him know she was joking. “I’m all right.”

But she found herself asking the grooms for more and more help. Her training sessions with Majalun got shorter, but she made them as effective as possible, not wasting a second. That night, when Zaman’s text came, she asked for a rain check and fell so deeply asleep that she slept past her alarm the next morning.

By Wednesday, the fatigue came everywhere with her, even after an early bedtime the night before. It clung to her eyes like a face mask she couldn’t take off. She went to Zaman’s room that night, but fell asleep before her head made contact with the pillow. On Thursday, sleep called to her so strongly that she missed his text completely.

Emily took the weekend off. It had clearly been too many late nights and early mornings, and they had all caught up with her at once. She’d heard of that happening to other horse trainers. A weekend lounging around her rooms would do her good.

At first, it did. Her brain needed a rest from the constant training, and her body relished the time on the couch.

Not a single text came in from Zaman.

On Sunday, it hit her in the middle of a sitcom rerun she remembered from childhood.

Zaman was done with her.

He wasn’t texting.

He wasn’t asking her to dinner.

He wasn’t asking her to his bed.

The pain was sudden and sharp—so sharp she lifted a hand to her heart and pressed, as if her palm could contain it.

So their fling was over.

It had just been a fling.

Why did it hurt so much?

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