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had wondered if he meant to take her to his horse farm on Siraj.
“Are we going to a yacht?” she wondered, half to herself, forgetting that her headset, too, had a microphone.
“No, an island.”
“An island? Rashid, I don’t have a passport with me!”
He laughed. “Stop worrying, Julia.” Again his voice was intimate and seductive in her ears. “Your seat reclines. Lie back and relax.”
In the cocoon of the helicopter with him, she felt strangely detached from the normal world. If she had not known Rashid was a Kamal, she would have felt an instinctive trust of him.
There was nothing she could do about this situation except start screaming to be taken home. Or go along with it.
She was tired after her sleepless night, and she would do better in the coming discussion if she caught some sleep now. With a resigned shrug, Julia found the mechanism, reclined her seat, and, with the sun bright above them, and sparkling almost painfully from the deep blue of the Mediterranean below, closed her eyes and let herself drowse. The memory was never far away….
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