The Sheikh's Crown (Sheikh's Wedding Bet Series Book 2) by Leslie North Page B
Authors: Leslie North
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boost so I can take care of the camera.”
“With pleasure.” He stepped up next to her and leaned down on one knee. “This could be romantic.”
She snorted and stepped on his knee. “Please. You’d never propose to a woman on one knee. You’d drag your feet until you didn’t have a choice and then you’d probably order her to marry you. I very much doubt there would be any romance involved.”
Curious, he watched as she pulled some putty from her purse and spread it over the lens. “Is that really what you think of me?” he asked mildly. He stared at her shapely calves. She really was perfect in every way.
“Am I wrong?” she asked with a cocky smile when she jumped down. “Camera taken care of.”
“Where exactly did you learn how to do all this?”
Snorting, “Where some kids liked to spend time at the mall and go to movies, I hung out with ones who thought it was more fun to learn how to pick locks and get past security systems.”
“You’re so handy. Got any idea about the sensors?”
“Unfortunately, I had planned to flirt my way past it.” She frowned. “You?”
“Time for you to see how handy I am.” He gave her a wink before sauntering over to the sensor control. Removing the cover off the box, he looked at the wires before pulling a couple of them. “There you go.”
“What did you just do?” she asked as she joined him.
“Much like you, I didn’t spend time at the mall. When I was a kid, I used to sneak into the collection room. My parents installed the sensor to keep me out, so I had to learn how to bypass it without them knowing. It took a little digging on the Internet, but I finally figured out how to disable the sensor and reconnect it without anyone knowing. It’s the same model.”
“You love this,” she said dryly. “Who knew you would be better at this than me?”
“Well, you do have better legs,” he said dryly as he grinned at her.
Samine smiled back at him before returning her attention to the wall. “Okay, now we just need to figure out how to get the door open.” She moved her hands around to find the switch to the fake wall. Bending down to inspect the bottom of the table, she looked over. “Enjoying the view?”
Was he ever. “Are you complaining?”
Suddenly there was a quiet whirr, and she straightened and stepped back. He watched as the whole wall opened up. “That’s impressive,” he murmured.
“We have to be quick,” she said as she stepped in. “My God, you realize that all of this stuff is stolen, right?”
A bad feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. She was a thief, and he was practically handing her a candy store. Still, part of him wanted to believe that she was more than that.
“Focus,” he said softly. “We’re in and out, remember?”
“Right.” She gave him a tight smile. “You start on that side, and I’ll start on this side. We’re looking for the three missing necklaces. As a collector, he would display them together, but as a paranoid thief, he will probably have them kept separate.”
Trust. He needed to trust her. Turning his head, he tried to focus on the pieces. Some of them were exquisite, and he understood Anton’s need to have them. They were amazing, but they were just things. Valuable. Historical. But Anton risked his freedom to have them. He couldn’t understand the connection someone could have to an inanimate object.
“I found two of them,” he said as he lifted them from the display case.” Turning, he watched as she slipped something into her purse. “Samine?”
“Is it the crown?” she asked when she turned to him. She gave him an expectant look.
She didn’t know. She didn’t know that he had seen her. “No. Not the crown,” he said softly.
“The crown isn’t here. I guess he’s keeping it hidden. Come on. We need to go.” She moved past him, and he reached out and grabbed her arm.
“Samine, what are you doing?” he asked softly. “Is it really worth it?” He
“With pleasure.” He stepped up next to her and leaned down on one knee. “This could be romantic.”
She snorted and stepped on his knee. “Please. You’d never propose to a woman on one knee. You’d drag your feet until you didn’t have a choice and then you’d probably order her to marry you. I very much doubt there would be any romance involved.”
Curious, he watched as she pulled some putty from her purse and spread it over the lens. “Is that really what you think of me?” he asked mildly. He stared at her shapely calves. She really was perfect in every way.
“Am I wrong?” she asked with a cocky smile when she jumped down. “Camera taken care of.”
“Where exactly did you learn how to do all this?”
Snorting, “Where some kids liked to spend time at the mall and go to movies, I hung out with ones who thought it was more fun to learn how to pick locks and get past security systems.”
“You’re so handy. Got any idea about the sensors?”
“Unfortunately, I had planned to flirt my way past it.” She frowned. “You?”
“Time for you to see how handy I am.” He gave her a wink before sauntering over to the sensor control. Removing the cover off the box, he looked at the wires before pulling a couple of them. “There you go.”
“What did you just do?” she asked as she joined him.
“Much like you, I didn’t spend time at the mall. When I was a kid, I used to sneak into the collection room. My parents installed the sensor to keep me out, so I had to learn how to bypass it without them knowing. It took a little digging on the Internet, but I finally figured out how to disable the sensor and reconnect it without anyone knowing. It’s the same model.”
“You love this,” she said dryly. “Who knew you would be better at this than me?”
“Well, you do have better legs,” he said dryly as he grinned at her.
Samine smiled back at him before returning her attention to the wall. “Okay, now we just need to figure out how to get the door open.” She moved her hands around to find the switch to the fake wall. Bending down to inspect the bottom of the table, she looked over. “Enjoying the view?”
Was he ever. “Are you complaining?”
Suddenly there was a quiet whirr, and she straightened and stepped back. He watched as the whole wall opened up. “That’s impressive,” he murmured.
“We have to be quick,” she said as she stepped in. “My God, you realize that all of this stuff is stolen, right?”
A bad feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. She was a thief, and he was practically handing her a candy store. Still, part of him wanted to believe that she was more than that.
“Focus,” he said softly. “We’re in and out, remember?”
“Right.” She gave him a tight smile. “You start on that side, and I’ll start on this side. We’re looking for the three missing necklaces. As a collector, he would display them together, but as a paranoid thief, he will probably have them kept separate.”
Trust. He needed to trust her. Turning his head, he tried to focus on the pieces. Some of them were exquisite, and he understood Anton’s need to have them. They were amazing, but they were just things. Valuable. Historical. But Anton risked his freedom to have them. He couldn’t understand the connection someone could have to an inanimate object.
“I found two of them,” he said as he lifted them from the display case.” Turning, he watched as she slipped something into her purse. “Samine?”
“Is it the crown?” she asked when she turned to him. She gave him an expectant look.
She didn’t know. She didn’t know that he had seen her. “No. Not the crown,” he said softly.
“The crown isn’t here. I guess he’s keeping it hidden. Come on. We need to go.” She moved past him, and he reached out and grabbed her arm.
“Samine, what are you doing?” he asked softly. “Is it really worth it?” He
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