Her Doctor Prince by Fiona McArthur

Author:Fiona McArthur [McArthur, Fiona]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780645007671
Publisher: Fiona McArthur

Chapter 17

Zafar

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Carmen looked away from him to her watch. Her eyes widened and she rose to her feet. ‘I must go.’ As if suddenly woken from a dream. A dream she needed to outrun. A dream he had been drawn into with her.

Zafar too, glanced at his watch. Frowned. It was early, not nine. He’d savoured her company, understood her a little more, wondered about the destructive power of her bad marriage.

Yes, he could admit to himself there was danger in knowing too much of this woman and that his interest was not a culmination of abstinence. The moral issues of being attracted to Carmen – someone other than the woman he had vowed to stay faithful to – and where it could lead... that is what worried him.

He needed to think this through. Maintain distance. Especially if she agreed to join them as his employee. He believed she would come. Probably not for him but because she would worry about Fadia. And that was where he would apply the pressure. ‘I apologise for keeping you late, but one question before you go.’

She paused and turned on her way to the door, eyebrows raised in query.

He caught up with her before he spoke. ‘Do you have a valid passport?’

‘Yes, I renewed it last year. But I haven’t agreed to go with Fadia.’

‘You have less than a day to decide. We leave for Zandorro tomorrow afternoon at four. If you decide to help Fadia there are things we must arrange.’

‘Don’t count on it.’

‘We will see.’ She would come. He lifted her hand to his mouth, felt her resistance, fleeting and then gone as if her body wasn’t listening to her commands.

Head tilted, watching her face carefully, he turned her wrist and brushed her skin with his lips. She inhaled and he looked to her forearm where gooseflesh appeared like scattered drops up her arm. Almost imperceptivity she trembled. But he knew.

He smiled as he straightened. ‘Fi aman illah. Go in God’s keeping.’

‘Goodnight,’ she said without looking at him. But not moving. As if she couldn’t make her feet move. He knew the feeling. Zafar wanted to slip his arm around her shoulders and pull her to him. He wanted to take her wrist again and savour the taste of her skin, the scent of orange on his lips as he pulled her into his body.

Such poor timing to feel alive again.

A time of great danger approached and he had failed to keep those he cared about safe once before. He would not allow this to happen again.

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