The Sheikh and the Christmas Bride. Susan MalleryЧитать онлайн книгу.
“And before you lived in El Deharia? Where did you sleep?”
She smiled. “In the Midwest. It’s very different. No ocean. No sand. It’s a lot colder. It’s already November. Back home the leaves would be gone and we’d be bracing for the first snowfall. Here, it’s lovely.”
“One of the great pleasures of the most perfect place on earth.”
“You think El Deharia is perfect?”
“Don’t you think the same of your birthplace?”
Not really, she thought. But they came from very different circumstances. “I guess,” she murmured, then felt awkward. “I was a teacher there, too,” she added, to change the subject. “I’ve always loved children.”
“Which makes your employment more enjoyable,” he said. “I would imagine a teacher who dislikes children would have a difficult time.”
Was he being funny? She thought he might be, but wasn’t sure. Did princes have a sense of humor? She’d assumed being royal meant being serious all the time.
“Yes, that was a joke,” he said, proving she was as readable as he said. “You are allowed to laugh in my presence. Although I would suggest you are sure I’m being humorous. To laugh at the wrong time is a grave mistake most people only make once.”
“And we’re back to the head-chopping. You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met.”
“Not many princes in the Midwest?”
“No. Not even rock stars, which in my country are practically the same thing.”
“I have never been fond of leather pants on a man.”
That did make her laugh. “You could be considered fashion forward.”
“Or foolish.”
“You wouldn’t like that,” she said without thinking, then covered her mouth. Oops.
Something flickered in his gaze. He folded his arms. “Perhaps a safer topic would be the three sisters you insisted I adopt.”
“What about them?” Had he changed his mind? She would hold him to his promise, no matter how nervous he made her.
“They will have to change schools. The orphanage is too far away. The American School is closer.”
“Oh. You’re right.” She hadn’t thought that part through. “I’ll get them registered in the morning.” She hesitated. “What do I tell the administrator?”
“The truth. They are my adopted daughters and are to be treated as such.”
“Bowing and scraping?”
He studied her. “You’re an interesting combination of rabbit and desert cat. Fearful and fearless.”
She liked the sound of that. “I’m working to be all fearless. I still have a ways to go.”
He reached out and before she realized what he intended, he touched a strand of her hair. “There is fire in your blood.”
“Because I’m a redhead? I think that’s just an old wives’ tale.” She’d always wanted to be a cool blonde, or a sexy brunette. Well, maybe not sexy. That wasn’t her style.
“I know many old wives who are wise,” he murmured, then released her. “You will be responsible for the girls when they are not in school.”
She nodded, wishing they were still talking about her being brave and that he was still touching her hair. Which was strange. Prince As’ad was nothing more to her than her employer. A very handsome, powerful employer who could trace his lineage back a few thousand years. She didn’t even know who her father was.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
She told him the truth.
“And your mother?”
Kayleen regretted the change in topic. “I, um, don’t really remember her. She left me with my grandmother when I was a baby. She took care of me for a few years, then left me at an orphanage.” She gave a little shrug as if the rejection hadn’t mattered. “She was older and I was a handful.”
In the darkness it was difficult to read As’ad’s expression. She reminded herself there was no reason to be ashamed of her past—she hadn’t been able to control it. Yet she felt as if she were being judged and found wanting.
“Is that the reason you defended the girls so fiercely?” he asked. “Your own past?”
“Maybe.”
He nodded slowly. “They live here now. As do you. You are all to consider the palace your home.”
If only. “Easier said than done,” she murmured.
“It will be an adjustment. Although it would be best if they did not roller-skate down the hallways.”
“I’ll make sure of that.”
“Good. You will want to learn about the palace. There is much interesting history here. Perhaps you and the girls should take one of the daily tours.”
She stared at him. “Tours? People come here and take tours?”
“Only of the public rooms. The private quarters are off-limits. There are security people on duty. You are safe here.”
She wasn’t worried about being safe. It was the idea of living somewhere grand enough to have tours that made her mouth go dry.
“What does your family think of this?” she asked. “Will anyone be angry?”
He seemed to grow taller. “I am Prince As’ad of El Deharia. No one questions my actions.”
“Not even the king?” she asked.
“My father will be pleased to see me settling down. He is anxious for his sons to start a family.”
Kayleen had a feeling adopting three American sisters wasn’t exactly what King Mukhtar had in mind.
“You said you have brothers,” she said.
“I am one of six,” he said. “They are in and out of the palace. Kateb lives in the desert, but the others keep rooms here.”
Six princes, one princess, one king and her. What was wrong with this picture?
“You will be fine,” he said.
“Would you stop knowing what I’m thinking? It’s not fair.”
He shrugged. “I am gifted. It can’t be helped.”
“Apparently not.” He also seemed to have no problems with his ego. What would it be like to grow up so confident, so sure about everything, including his place in the world?
“Kayleen, you are here because of me,” he said, his voice low and mesmerizing. “My name is all the protection you require. It can be used as a shield or a weapon, however you prefer.”
“I can’t imagine using it as either,” she admitted.
“It is there for you. Know that. Know no harm can befall you while you are under my care.” He looked at her. “Good night.”
Then he turned and was gone.
Kayleen stared after him, feeling as if she’d just had a close encounter with a character from a book or a movie. Who said things like “My name is all the protection you require”? Yet, he was telling the truth. She believed that down to her bones.
No one had ever taken care of her before. No one had ever protected her.
Oh, sure, the nuns had always made sure their charges were safe, but that was different. This was specific.
She hugged her arms across her chest, as if feeling the comforting