Rashid

The call from the downstairs concierge came far too early.

It had been nearly the crack of dawn before I’d been able to settle down and fall asleep after spending the hours after being dropped off pacing around my suite and trying to come to terms with how different—and yet similar—talking to Lyla had been.

No longer was she the naive and shy woman I’d known back in Dubai. She had blossomed into a woman, capable of ...