Desert Hearts. Sandra Marton

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      “What’s going on, Rachel? You have regrets?”

      “Honestly, Karim, I’d think you would know that there’s nothing less appealing than a—a post-sex analysis. So if you don’t mind—”

      She turned away from him and started for the door, her posture stiff and unyielding. He grabbed his discarded trousers, pulled them on, got to the door before she did, stood with his back to it, arms folded over his chest, legs slightly apart, face without expression.

      “Please,” she said. “Get out of my way.”

      “Not until you talk to me.”

      “I told you, I have to go to the—”

      “You’re running away.”

      Her head came up. “The hell I am,” she snapped.

      So much for brisk and bright.

      “A minute ago you were in my arms. And now—”

      “And now it’s over. You got what you wanted.”

      She cried out as his hands closed on her shoulders.

      “Don’t,” he growled.

      “Don’t what? Tell the truth? Dammit, let go of me!”

      “We made love. Don’t try to turn it into something ugly.”

      “We went to bed.” Her eyes flashed. “Don’t try to turn it into something pretty.”

      His mouth twisted.

      “Next thing I know,” he said, very softly, “you’re going to claim I forced you.”

      “No.” Her chin lifted; color striped her cheekbones. “I’m not. There are already too many—too many lies between us!”

      “For instance.”

      “For instance— For instance—”

      Rachel fell silent. It was one lie, one huge lie, that lay between them, but she couldn’t tell him that. If he knew the truth he’d have all the ammunition he needed to take Ethan from her.

      “I’m waiting,” he said coldly. “Exactly what lies are you talking about?”

      She looked up. Moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue.

      “There’s really no point to this,” she said wearily. “We did—what we did. And now—”

      “And now you want to forget it ever happened.”

      Yes, she wanted to say, but that would be an even greater lie. She knew she’d never forget being with Karim. Never.

      “I just—I just want to move on.”

      Karim’s eyes darkened.

      “Move on?”

      “Yes. You know, this was—it was nice, but—”

      He cupped her face, cut off her words with a kiss. She fought it, but only for a second. Then she gave a soft little cry, put her arms around his neck and gave herself up to him.

      When he finally took his mouth from hers she was shaking.

      “We can’t,” she whispered.

      “We already did,” he said. “And I wouldn’t change it for all the riches of the world, sweetheart.” He paused. “And neither would you.” His voice softened. “Tell me that isn’t true and I’ll let you walk away.”

      Here was her chance.

      He was a man of honor. She knew that already. If she said, What just happened means nothing to me, he would let her turn her back on this—whatever “this” was.

      But she couldn’t say those words—couldn’t turn what had been so beautiful into something ugly.

      “Karim—”

      “I like the way you say my name.”

      “You don’t know anything about me.”

      He smiled. “I know that you’re hell on my ego. And that’s a lot, coming from a man who’s— What was it you called me? Arrogant. Self-centered. A despot.” Another smile. “Did I leave anything out?”

      “We’d just met. And—and I know you won’t believe me, but I don’t do—I don’t do—”

      “Do what?” he said solemnly.

      Color swept into her face.

      “I’m not the woman you think I am.” That, at least, was true. “And I don’t go to bed with—with strange men.”

      “I’m strange, huh?”

      “No! I didn’t mean—”

      “That’s okay,” he said, even more solemnly. “Don’t hold back. Just say what you think.”

      There was laughter in his eyes. She could feel a smile trying to form on her lips but there was nothing to smile about—certainly not to laugh about.

      “You’re impossible,” she said. “I’m trying to be serious.”

      “So am I.” He bent to her, kissed her with a tenderness she knew she didn’t deserve. “You think this is wrong because—because of Rami.”

      The weight of her deception made it hard to breathe. She nodded; how could she trust herself to speak?

      “Because,” he said gruffly, “you slept with him.”

      “Karim, please. I don’t want to—”

      “No. Neither do I. Hell, Rami’s the last thing I want to talk about right now.”

      “You think—you think I cared for him. But—”

      “No. I don’t. You said you hated him, remember?” His dark eyes narrowed. “But we can’t pretend you and he …” He took a long, harsh breath. “You slept with him. You bore his child.”

      A sob burst from Rachel’s throat. She spun away, but Karim caught her, turned her toward him.

      “You think I need to hear the reasons?” His eyes met hers. “I don’t. What happened is in the past. Now, today, tomorrow … that’s what matters.” His voice turned husky. “Besides, if there is one thing I know with all my heart it is that you may have slept with Rami—but you and I just made love.”

      Tears rose in her eyes.

      “We made love,” he said fiercely. “You know it. I know it. Why won’t you СКАЧАТЬ