And yet, she felt as though she was suffering the worst hangover of her life.
Was it possible to get drunk on confusion and disappointment?
Jane rolled to her back and faced the morning sun that slammed into her bedroom with ferocious intensity. Much like a spotlight, she mused glumly. She had come to Texas in hopes of redefining her future, but eleven days ago a major roadblock had been thrust out in front of her in the glorious shape of a six-foot-three cowboy. The truth of it was, she was still intrigued by him, attracted to him. She still liked himâa lotâdespite the feud between him and her brother. But if she pursued her desires, regardless of what sheâd heard and seen last night, would both Bobby and her brother reject her?
She closed her eyes and sighed. At this point, she realized dolefully, she couldnât decide whose rejection would pain her the most.
A soft knock at the door interrupted her thoughts, and she unfolded the covers and pushed her tired self out of bed as she called, âCome in.â
Sakir and Ritaâs housekeeper, a very serious-looking woman in her mid-fifties entered the room, too perfectly starched and coifed for 8:00 a.m. She inclined her head. âGood morning, Miss Al-Nayhal.â
Jane smiled at the older woman as she reached for her robe. âGood morning, Marian. Would you please call me Jane?â
âHis Highness wouldnât like that.â
Jane pulled the belt of her white robe with a little too much force. âWe donât have to tell him.â
The woman frowned deeply, and ignored Janeâs comment. âYou have a phone call, Miss.â
Jane glanced over her shoulder, her gaze settling on the nightstand where she expected to see a telephone. But oddly, there wasnât one. She hadnât noticed this before, and thought it strange in an enormous house like this that guest rooms werenât equipped with phones.
Seeming to read her thoughts, Marian simply said, âMrs. Al-Nayhal hasnât had time to install telephones in every room.â
âOf course not,â said Jane, feeling sheepish, her toessinking into the thick cream carpeting. âWith the new baby and all.â
Marian neither agreed nor disagreed with this. Instead she thrust the cordless phone at Jane, who took it from her with another quick, âThank you.â
After a pert nod, the older woman turned on her perfectly polished black shoes and left the room.
Wondering if whoever was calling her still remained on the line after all of that nonsense, Jane cradled the phone to her ear and said hopefully, âHello?â
âWell, that was one helluva party last night, wasnât it?â
Her heart dropped into her stomach, and she actually felt herself beam with pleasure and relief. The rough timbre of his voice, edged with that slow charm made her smile, made her recall their first night together. She was surprised by the intense reaction, albeit a little worried about this undeniable need she had to hear his voice again.
âOne helluva party?â she repeated with a trace of sarcasm. âI suppose. If you like a little conflict with your barbecue.â
His chuckle lacked real mirth. âYeah, well, we took things too far.â
âYou and Sakir, you mean?â
He paused, then sighed. âItâs all water under the bridge now.â
âIs it?â she asked in a small voice. The way Bobby had glared at Sakir last night suggested the opposite.
âIt has to be. We both have to get over all this past BS.â She could practically hear him shrug. âWell, I do anyway.â
Not that she didnât want him to feel this magnanimous spirit, but she couldnât help wondering how, after such a display of hatred last night, he could make such a turnaround. âWhy the sudden change of heart?â
âThis feud is getting in the way of something real important.â
âWhatâs
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