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    A golf cart carried them to a palace that resembled a
museum, complete with works of art, antique furniture and servants at every
turn.
    A man who introduced himself as Mohd led them to a long
hallway on the second story. “The sheik wishes for you to relax before dinner.”
He let Diana into a room then showed Chase to the one next door.
    “Thanks.” He waited until Mohd had shut the door to take a
good look around the opulent suite. The room and bathroom had soaring ceilings,
gold fixtures and a closet outfitted with clothes and shoes in his size.
    “Damn.” He could have sworn his voice echoed in the
cavernous space. It had everything—except Diana. He wished they’d had a chance
to talk, alone. But he heard the shower go on next door and decided to wait.
    Now that they were back in the real world, would things go
back to how they’d been before they became castaways? The sex with her had been
the best, but they’d shared more than that. And he wanted to explore where the
relationship could go.
    He prayed she’d feel the same way, but judging by her
demeanor during the rescue, he had a bad feeling about it.
    * * * * *
    “Falah el-Tayid. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” The
sheik had a British accent and was way more handsome in person than in the
photos Diana had seen of him. His skin was the color of rich caramel and his
eyes sparkled like polished topaz. He offered his hand and a warm smile.
    “Diana Weston.” She expected him to shake with her but
instead he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. Heat rose to her face as
she back-stepped. “Nice to meet you too. I didn’t think I’d ever make it here.
Thank you so much for sending out a search party.”
    He gestured for her to sit on an elegant sofa in the
expansive parlor next to the dining room. “I heard about your ordeal. I’m so
sorry that your first trip to my country started off with such an unpleasant
experience.”
    Not completely unpleasant. Her heels clacked on the polished
marble floor. She sat down, smoothing her gown over her lap. “How did you know
where to look?”
    “When neither of you showed up for your appointments, my
secretary checked with the hotel and learned you’d left early yesterday
morning, heading here. I had one of my men retrace your steps. You’ll be happy
to know the men who hijacked you and Mr. Cunningham are now in the hands of law
enforcement.”
    “Wow. That’s impressive.”
    He took a seat in a nearby chair that resembled a throne. “I
hope your accommodations are satisfactory.”
    “It’s perfect, wonderful. Thank you for your hospitality.”
    “It’s the least I could do after all you’ve been through.”
He swept his gaze over her. “I had no idea you’d be so lovely. May I offer you
a drink?” He snapped his fingers and a servant appeared in seconds. “What would
you like, Miss Weston? I have whatever your heart desires.”
    She swallowed hard and wondered if he just had a flirtatious
nature or was this all on her behalf. “White wine would be wonderful.”
    He spoke Arabic to the servant then the woman disappeared.
    “There you are.” Chase entered the room wearing an expensive
suit and tie. He made a beeline for the sheik and the men shook hands. “I got
lost almost as soon as I left my room. This is quite a home.”
    “Home sweet palace.” The sheik chuckled as he shook with
him.
    Chase gave her a covert wink then joined her on the sofa.
“That had to be the best shower of my life.”
    She nodded her agreement.
    “Khalid, one of my yacht crew members told me about the
hijackers dumping you in the middle of the gulf. You’re quite fortunate the men
didn’t kill you and that you were close enough to an island to find refuge.”
The sheik tipped his chin at Diana. “Attractive women like yourself are often
kidnapped then sold into slavery.”
    A chill slithered up her spine. “How awful.”
    “Yes. Someone as beautiful as you would fetch a