concern. I thought he looked at me as a daughter, but I was wrong. He was called away when a disturbance broke out in the outer territory. He was gone ten years, but when he came back he remembered me."
She trembled. "He asked for my hand. I said no, and father wouldn’t force marriage on me. I was lucky. My mother was French, my father an Egyptian scholar and neither believed in forced marriages. Aldir lost patience. Two weeks before my thirtieth birthday he had me detained. I was held for three days without food and water. They held my head in a bucket of water several times and I thought I would die."
He wanted to kill the bastards. Hell, he'd go to Israel for the sole purpose of taking them out.
"Anyway. Aldir let me go. He had me shoved out of a moving car in front of our house. He told me he would call again. My parents decided I needed to leave. There are very few places over there where there are no men willing to kill for Aldir. So they decided on America. Chadi arranged everything. He had helped other women, so they trusted him to help me. I had hoped once I became a citizen that they could join me. But now..."
Now that wasn't an option. He pushed her hair to one side of her neck and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. "I'm sorry you suffered. I'm sorry you suffer still."
"I can't go back there."
"You won't have to." He had a plan for making sure she stayed. He knew he wanted to marry her, but he also wasn't sure she'd be eager to use him for citizenship now that she knew him. No, his plan was in two parts; get her pregnant and get her to say yes to marriage. He was working diligently on the pregnant part. He had come inside of her purposely. And after their shower, when she almost made him come in her mouth, he had enough mental clarity to know he didn't want his boys going where they wouldn't have a chance of serving his purpose.
"Why did you have to leave Egypt?"
"I don't know. My parents never told me. They would not speak of it, and I guess I just learned not to ask any more questions. I did not want to cause them more pain."
She sighed. "If I have to leave America I'll go north to Canada. Aldir's reach stretches far and he will suspect France would be my first stop if I had to leave here."
"You're not going anywhere."
"I hope you are right. I like it here in America with you," she rolled over; "and Tayla. The two of you remind me a little of me and my father. You are close. That is good."
"Just wait until she's a teen and wants to date."
“Your country..."
"Our country." This was going to be her country too and it was time she thought of it as home.
She smiled. "Our country..." she looked into his eyes.”It is strangely different."
"You weren't obsessed with dating as a teen."
"No. I was in love with Egypt. I studied. I worked digs with my father and the other university students."
"There were no young men interested in you? I find that hard to believe."
"There were those who were interested, but I wanted to feel that desire and connection. Like my mother felt for my father."
She told him how her mother had come to Egypt on a study exchange, met her father at one of his lectures and fell deeply for him and he fell just as deeply for her. "Within three weeks they were married." She giggled. "Father worked fast but I believe it was mother who captured him. Before her he had sworn himself a bachelor, married only to history. After her," she smiled. "History became his mistress...one they shared with each other. To have that kind of love and devotion; I wanted that. It is why I turned down Aldir."
"You didn’t' love him."
She shook her head furiously. "No. He didn't love me either. He just wanted to possess my body."
"So you saved yourself."
She looked in his eyes."Yes. I saved myself for the man who could hold my soul."
He was that man. Her words brought him much pleasure. She edged closer to him. "Hold me?" Her voice was a sweet elixir. He rolled onto his back and allowed her to