mockery. She suddenly realized it could mean she might have never had a chance with him.
She swallowed the emotion rising in her throat. âI believed you recognized me as I recognized you from the start, knew weâd share theseâ¦flowing channels of communication andappreciationâif you let us. I thought it was only a matter of time until you did. I would have kept trying forever if I thought you one day would. But if you never will, I need to know, Amjad. If you think I donât feel exactly as I say I do, if you have the least suspicion still, I wonât come near you until this situation is over. Afterward, youâll never see or hear from me again. Itâs now all up to you.â
His eyes went supernova.
Before her heart could explode in answer, he stalked out of sight toward the door. She gaped as she heard him yank it open. Seconds later, it slammed behind him.
Heâheâd gone out in the sandstorm. Without protection!
Six
A mjad might be mad and bad, but he was anything but a fool.
He had to come right back. He would.
He didnât.
Interminable minutes passed as she waited for him to burst back in, before she rushed to the window a few feet from the door. She could see nothing but the now rust-colored limbo that seemed to have replaced the world outside.
She stood trembling, her mind burning circuits as reason braked the hurtling of fright.
He had to have made a dash for Dahabeyahâs stable. It had to be near. Even so, without the goggles and face coverings, he must have inhaled and been blasted with enough sand that heâd feel sorry for his rash action for days.
Heâd known that, yet had risked it to get away from her.
She understood. He must be reeling as much as she was from the revelations. But she had it easy. Sheâd already come to terms with her fatherâs manipulations. But Amjad had been secure in thinking her an accomplice in the biddings that had so revolted him and fanned the ready flames of suspicion about peopleâs motives toward him. She was surprised his contempt hadnât beenmore lethal, if her father had made him think heâand sheâwould substitute Haidar for him.
In retrospect, knowing that the tainting effect of her fatherâs interference had been in full force all along made what theyâd shared mean that much more. For they had connected, had come close. Closer than her wildest dreams. Even with his attempting to keep herâand himselfâat bay. Heâd slipped so many times into ease with her, into showing the man beneath the cold camouflage. She didnât just admire and desire him; she could also talk to him, laugh with him, say anything to him and have him understand. He got her. And she got him. But would she really get him?
She was no longer confident she would.
And that might be her fault.
Before he could process her âversion of the truth,â deal with how it radically changed his long-held beliefs of her, sheâd pushed for him to decide if he would or would never trust her.
No wonder heâd walked away.
If he believed her, he would have no more reason to fight their desire for each other. And while that was what she most coveted, to Amjad, it was what he most feared.
Her blood ran cold at the thought that heâd come back, announce that he didnât believe her and hold her to her promise.
She cursed herself for making it. What had she been thinking, asking for his total trust or else? It was too soon. She had to think of some way out of this without looking like some wheedling grandstander whose word endured for as long as it took to exit her mouth. And she had to think fast, before he came back.
But he didnât.
Every minute he was gone wound her up tighter. She tried to stay busy and stop obsessing as an hour passed. He had been gone longer than that in Dahabeyahâs stable before. Then another hour passed, still in the range of the acceptable, if he was
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