Under the Sheik's Protection by C.J. Miller

Author:C.J. Miller
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-07-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Sarah and Saafir arrived at the white wedding tent. The bride and groom were standing on the far side of the dance floor, the groom’s arm around his bride, matching looks of shock on their faces.

Sarah scanned for the source of the problem. When her eyes landed on her ex-husband, humiliation and anger tumbled through her. Not tonight. Not while she was working. Not after a day that had been absolutely, horrifyingly scary. She was using every weapon in her arsenal to hold it together. She couldn’t deal with more.

Alec had intruded on the party, and in typical Alec-style, he was creating a scene, talking loudly and greeting the people around him with effusive hellos as if they were old friends. He had to be under the influence. Her heart clenched at the realization. A few days out of rehab and Alec had relapsed.

She rushed forward, hoping she could steer Alec away from the party. She was responsible for this wedding and its success or failure rested with her. “Alec, what are you doing here?” She kept her voice quiet.

Though Saafir wasn’t directly behind her, she sensed he was close. He was letting her handle this and Sarah was grateful. If Alec saw Saafir and got jealous, the situation would escalate further.

“I wanted to talk to you,” Alec said. His speech was slurred and his pupils dilated.

Sarah could feel the accusing stares of the people around her. “Please, let’s take a walk and talk.”

“Now you want to be reasonable? Am I embarrassing you? When I called you earlier, you said you didn’t want to talk to me,” Alec said. He swore. “I want to talk to you so here I am.”

He was putting her professional reputation in jeopardy. “This is not the time and place to create a scene.”

For a moment, she thought he would let her lead him away. Alec looked around and Sarah’s heart fell when his expression morphed from surprise to anger. He’d spotted Saafir.

“You’re here with the emir of Qamsar?” Alec asked. His posture changed. He puffed out his chest and stood straighter.

Interested murmurs floated around her and Sarah wished she could disappear. Saafir stepped forward and though he didn’t touch her, the message was clear. He was with Sarah and he was standing by her.

“You’re sleeping with my wife!” Alec shouted. “Who do you think you are, some leader of some two-bit country in the middle of nowhere? Get off my land and go home! Leave my wife alone.”

“Alec, stop this,” Sarah said. Rationalizing with him wouldn’t help. She needed him to be quiet and leave.

“I go to the hospital and when I come out my wife is sleeping with another man.”

A skewed take on the events. Alec had a way of making her sound perfectly awful. “We’ll talk about this.”

Sarah pulled Alec out of the tent, beyond the netting. Saafir’s guards appeared. She didn’t want them to hurt Alec. “Alec, you don’t want to get involved with security.”

Alec shook her off and charged at Saafir, swinging at him.

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