In Pursuit Of His Wife. KRISTI GOLD

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      “I own the company. I can do what I please.”

      Such a frustrating man. “Do you have an answer for everything?”

      He sent her a slow, easy smile. The smile he had given her all those years ago from across a very crowded ballroom, as if they had been thrust into a storybook scene. The smile that had convinced her to enter into an arrangement to escape her father’s clutches. “Have you had dinner?”

      No, and she had begun to feel the effects. “I have not, although Violet has prepared a meal.”

      “I’m certain she will understand if you would rather dine with your husband. We could continue our discussion then.”

      While Nasira took a moment to consider her options, the door swung open again and out walked Rafe, her tall, dark, handsome overly-protective brother.

      He immediately eyed Sebastian with disapproval. “I see you did not follow my advice and remain in London, brother-in-law.”

      Sebastian looked equally miffed. “And when we spoke by phone two days ago, I made it quite clear I would make that decision without your interference.”

      Nasira stared at her husband before returning her attention to her sibling. “Rafiq bin Saleed, why did you not tell me you spoke with Sebastian?”

      Rafe did not appear the least bit contrite. “You mentioned on numerous occasions you did not want to be disturbed by him.”

      “And he refused to allow me to speak with you when you ignored my calls to your cell,” Sebastian added.

      She despised it when men insisted she could not look after herself. “You had no right to take the choice out of my hands, Rafe.”

      “It makes little difference now,” Sebastian said. “I’m here and I intend to make the best of the situation.”

      She only wished she knew what else he intended. That information would only be gained if she accepted his invitation to dine with him tonight. “I’m going to accompany Sebastian to dinner. I will be gone an hour or so.”

      “Do you believe that is wise, Nasira?” Rafe asked.

      “We bloody believe that is none—”

      “I can speak for myself, Sebastian. I am no longer your charge, Rafe. I can take care of myself. Tell Violet I truly appreciate her hospitality. We should go now, Sebastian, before I change my mind.”

      With that, Nasira followed Sebastian down the porch steps and when she didn’t immediately spot a sedan, she paused on the pavement. “How did you arrive here?”

      He nodded toward a shiny black truck at the end of the drive. “This is all they had available to rent at the airport.”

      Nasira covered her mouth to keep from laughing. “Oh, my. Can you handle that?”

      He looked somewhat incensed over what he apparently considered an insult to his masculinity. “Of course I can handle it. I made it here, did I not?”

      “All right,” she said, and then continued toward the monstrosity.

      Once there, Sebastian opened the passenger door and held out his hand. “Your cowboy chariot, madam. Let me assist you.”

      “I am almost six feet tall, Sebastian. I can manage climbing into a truck by myself.”

      “Only trying to be a gentleman, Sira.”

      The sound of his pet name for her stopped Nasira in her tracks. “Do you know how long it has been since you called me that?”

      He winked. “Perhaps too long.”

      She had no clue where all the charm and machismo had been hiding. Following the miscarriage, he had spent long hours at work and little time with her. Perhaps he had turned a corner that would lead to change. Only time would tell. In the interim, Nasira would remain cautiously optimistic.

      * * *

      As they sat in the red booth in the Royal Diner, Sebastian found his wife to be predictably cool. And as always, very beautiful. The white cotton dress fit her to perfection, contrasting with her long, dark hair draped over her slender shoulders. Since her departure, he’d spent many a night in their bed, longing for her company. Since the loss of their child, he’d spent most of his time avoiding her out of fear. Not fear of her. Fear of losing her. Yet that was exactly what he had done by pushing her away. A bloody self-fulfilling prophecy that he couldn’t explain without baring raw emotions.

      Pushing the thoughts away, he turned his attention to the plastic-covered menu and scanned the unpalatable selections. “What do you recommend, Sira? The double cheeseburger or the fried catfish plate?”

      That earned him her smile. “I realize this place isn’t exactly your cup of tea, but I find it charming.”

      “I find it overly quaint and a heart attack waiting to happen.”

      “They do have salads and I hear the grilled chicken is very good.”

      He closed the menu and set it aside. “I will make do with the limited choices.”

      “What are you having?”

      A tremendous urge to kiss her. “I’m going to sample the steak. And you?”

      She laid the red-checkered napkin in her lap. “Definitely a salad.”

      “You should eat something a bit heartier. You’re too thin.”

      “I am the same weight as I was before I left London.”

      “I’m only concerned about you, Sira.”

      She sent him a skeptical look. “Oh really? Where was all this concern over the past six months?”

      He didn’t feel this was the time or the place to get into such a serious subject, and thankfully a waitress arrived to interrupt their conversation.

      She patted her rather large blond hair, pulled a pencil from behind her ear and a notepad from the pocket of the red apron. “Howdy. I’m Darla. What can I get the two of you darlin’s to drink? Maybe some sweet tea?”

      He couldn’t quite fathom these strange Texas customs. “I prefer to sweeten my tea myself. With sugar and milk.”

      “She means cold tea,” Nasira said. “I will take a glass with lemon.”

      He needed something much stronger to make it through this evening. “Bring me ale.”

      The woman raised a painted eyebrow. “Ginger ale?”

      Bloody hell. “Beer.”

      “Sebastian, I cannot drive that truck,” Nasira said. “For that reason, I suggest you forego the ale.”

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