Strangers in the Desert. Lynn Raye Harris

well as can be expected, I guess.”

      He understood the sentiment.

      “We will arrive in Jahfar in another three hours or so,” he said.

      She set the papers aside. “And what happens then, Adan?”

      “Many things, I imagine,” he replied, purposely keeping it vague.

      “When can I see … Rafiq?”

      He noticed that she swallowed before she said his son’s name. His son, not hers. Not anymore. She’d given up that right two years ago. And he would not subject Rafiq to any confusion, not when he was about to marry Jasmine.

      “You cannot, I’m afraid. It is out of the question.”