'But, what about my clothes? Work? OMG work—I need to call my boss and inform him. And what about your work? And… I haven't even told my parents we were traveling—my best friend." Bushra spoke breathlessly. He could sense the concern in her voice and how her brows were drawn together.

They just landed in New York and they were already on their way to Mubarak and Yasmin's place. She looks at him when he didn't answer her and he offered her a smile. 'Relax, you have 3 weeks off. ...