Lyla

Watching Rashid and his sister head into the kitchen, I let myself relax back on the couch.

I was acutely aware of Javier’s hands still hovering over mine, clasped around my own in a gentle hold that, if I didn’t know any better, I would think was simply friendly and not anything else.

Although, maybe it was. I’d spent so much time building up what he’d said to me the last time I’d been in Dubai, that I never stopped ...