"Designing my palace and city."
"That might be an excellent idea."
They freshened up at the hospital, then kissed all the way to Bahrain in the back of the taxi.
"We'll be there in time to dress for the wedding. It's at sunset," she murmured, when they came up for air.
"And we'll have to tell and retell the story of how we survived a plane crash in
the desert."
"Or we could keep it as our little secret." She didn't really want anyone to know she'd been rash enough to get naked with Zadir while their lives hung in the balance. And the whole ordeal was so emotionally and physically exhausting that talking about it seemed an overwhelming prospect.
"That's probably a good idea, since there's someone out there who wants me dead. I suppose it's bound to get out into the media that a small plane crashed."
"No one needs to know that we were on it, though, do they?"
"I suppose not. I'll have to tell my brothers so we can start searching for the culprit. But we'll tell them the full story together when you come with me to Ubar and meet them." His deep blue gaze and warm smile made her heart swell with joy.
"The full story?"
"Maybe we'll keep some of it just between ourselves." Zadir lowered his lips to hers and kissed her, softly at first, then harder, until she didn't know right from wrong, up from down or the desert from the deep blue sea.
THE END