made her way to the door. ‘So I’d better get out there, and get busy making some.’
‘Just don’t let him walk roughshod over you,’ a friend called out.
‘Who’s going to protect the Emir?’ Miss Francine countered.
There was no protection against love, Lucy thought as she said goodbye to her friends and left the shop.
* * *
As she fell beneath the shadow of the Blue Stone, she could see Tadj waiting out on deck. Her heart went crazy, but when he jogged down the companionway to greet her, they exchanged nothing more than polite kisses on both cheeks. Her lips still tingled from contact with his warm, firm skin, and from the lightest rasp of his stubble. She missed the wildness of their passion, and knew that might never return. Even if it had, she reflected with amusement, on this huge vessel surrounded by officers in crisp whites, it would hardly be appropriate to greet the Emir of Qalala with anything but discretion and reserve. Well, maybe a little more than that, she conceded as she stared deep into Tadj’s unreadable eyes. She wouldn’t have cared who was watching if things had been normal between them.
‘Welcome on board the Blue Stone,’ the Emir of Qalala intoned stiffly. ‘After you,’ he invited politely.
So it was going to be formality all the way, Lucy thought with a heavy heart. Once inside the Blue Stone, her disappointment was soon forgotten.
‘Goodness, this is amazing,’ she exclaimed. Talk about leaving one world behind and entering another. This was amazing. She felt shabby in contrast to her surroundings. Everything was pristine and polished. ‘I thought your friend Sheikh Khalid’s yacht was amazing, but this is—’
‘Doubly amazing?’ Tadj supplied.
‘Yes,’ she said, staring directly into his eyes. Was that a hint of humour? Was Tadj back?
‘Are you expecting someone?’ she asked as they walked deeper into the floating palace. Maybe he was expecting more guests, she thought, taking in all the fabulous floral displays dressing the grand salon. It was a blow to think he might cut their meeting short. ‘Unless this is just how the other half lives?’ she suggested.
‘It could be how you live,’ he said.
‘I believe we’ve already had that discussion.’
‘I believe we have,’ he agreed with a look that reduced her to a lustful crisp.
She barely had chance to register this fact before Tadj yanked her hard against his body. ‘I’m mad to have waited so long,’ he said.
‘To shanghai me?’ she demanded, shivering with excitement and dread.
Stepping back, Tadj lifted up his hands. She felt the loss of him immediately. He knew what he was doing. Nothing Tadj did was ever unintentional.
‘Sit,’ he invited in a voice she couldn’t read.
‘Better not—pregnancy? I might fall asleep.’
‘How flattering,’ he commented with the lift of one brow.
The tension between them was unsustainable, Lucy thought as she quickly explained, ‘I just tire easily.’
‘And must be hungry, I’m guessing.’
Before she could answer this, he tugged a bell pull on the wall. ‘And then a siesta, I think.’
‘Oh, no,’ Lucy protested. ‘I’m not staying that long.’
A discreet knock on the door heralded the arrival of a parade of stewards, carrying all sorts of tempting delicacies into the room. And she was starving.
Somehow eating made everything seem normal again, and the tension between them evaporated, leaving them free to discuss the future of their child. Tadj was keen that both cultures were given equal weight, and that they must both have a say in every decision.
‘A say?’ Lucy queried, worrying that her opinion might carry no weight. Tadj held all the financial cards, making it impossible for her to fight him through the courts.
‘Don’t look for trouble,’ he warned. ‘You’re the child’s mother, so of course your views will be listened to and implemented if we agree they’re beneficial. And, yes, I did use the word we,’ he confirmed.
This was a massive adjustment for Tadj, and he hadn’t finished surprising her yet. ‘What’s this?’ she asked as he handed her a document.
‘Read it and you’ll see.’
Tadj would uphold Lucy’s right to independence in deciding how best to mother her child. ‘You’re giving up all your rights,’ she said.
‘Because I trust you,’ he stated frankly.
Her heart clenched tight, but she had to be sure of his motives. ‘Does this mean you don’t want the responsibility?’
‘Quite the opposite. I intend to take a full part in the upbringing of our child, but it’s important that you feel secure. You mustn’t ever feel threatened at any point. Carry on working for as long as you feel able to—do everything that makes you you.’
She didn’t need anyone to tell her what this must have cost Tadj in time and effort when it came to changing things in Qalala, or how far he’d come in personal terms.
‘I just have one question,’ he said. ‘Do you trust me?’
This was such an important moment, crucial for Tadj, yet an image chose this moment to pop unhelpfully into her head. She had never imagined making such a vital pledge while heavily pregnant with grease around her mouth, having scoffed every bit of food in sight.
‘Lucy...?’
Turning away, she mopped her mouth with a napkin, which gave her chance to draw a deep, steadying breath. ‘Yes, I trust you,’ she said with absolute certainty. ‘I trust you with my life. And, more importantly, with the life of our child.’
‘Then, I have something to say.’
He sounded so formal now, more like the Emir than Tadj.
‘Can you say it after that siesta you mentioned?’
Tadj seemed surprised. ‘I’m not sure I can wait.’
She stared into his face and a quiver of arousal ran through her. ‘You could join me.’
‘If that’s what you want.’
He sounded so stern, but as he picked up her bag and coat she saw a look in his eyes she recognised. ‘It is what I want. We could share the bed?’
Tadj threw her a look that sent her senses into freefall. ‘How accommodating you can be.’
‘When the offer promises so much, why would I hesitate?’
‘Good news for me,’ he said dryly.
He was back. The man she’d fallen in love with was back. ‘What was it you wanted to say to me?’ she remembered as they left the room.
‘It can wait,’ he said, and, linking their fingers, he led her to his suite.
* * *
He’d barely shut the door, when he brought her into his arms and kissed her. ‘Marry me,’ he said while she was still gasping for breath.
‘Are you serious?’ Lucy exclaimed, taken completely by surprise.
‘What do you think this is?’ Tadj growled as he backed her towards the bed.
‘Evidence that you’re pleased to see me after all?’
He laughed, and with a new freedom, she thought as he demanded, ‘Can you be serious for a moment?’
‘If I must.’
‘I think you must.’