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denim dress. “Do we, Sakir?”
    â€œJane must do as she thinks best, but it is fact that Al-Nayhals are most content when they are working.”
    Rita lifted an amused eyebrow. “Most content working, huh?”
    A slow grin worked its way to Sakir’s full mouth. “Work is contentment,” he acknowledged, nodding, “while pleasure, amusement and overwhelming happiness are what I get from you, dearest.”
    On a laugh, Rita said, “That’s better.”
    For a moment, Jane watched the pair. Just as it was with her eldest brother Zayad and Jane’s best friend, Mariah, Sakir and Rita made love look so wonderful, so safe. She envied them all, wondered if such a blissful state would ever befall her.
    â€œI’ll see you both later, okay?”
    Sakir nodded, and Rita smiled, said, “We’ll meet you by the dance floor for dinner in, say, an hour?”
    Jane nodded. “Sounds good.”
    As they walked away, Jane grinned at her brother in his jeans and boots, so completely bizarre-looking on a man who wore suits, expensive sportswear or a formal kaftan 24/7.
    But they were both a long way from Emand and its edicts, weren’t they? she thought, walking around the backyard, through the gardens and over to a circle of barbecues, where a crowd had gathered, inhaling the mouthwatering scents of hickory, beef and pork. Yes, she was away from her father’s homeland and her mother’s place in California. She was here in Texas, trying to decide where her life was going, where she belonged and if she was ever going to realize her dream of opening her own restaurant.
    She looked around. She didn’t see any sign of Bobby Callahan, and with a flood of disappointment, she wondered if he might not be coming. She’d dressed with such care, too, wearing a pretty green silk blouse, and she’d even spent a good twenty minutes on her hair and makeup.
    Forcing back the melancholy snaking through her, she decided to concentrate on the real reason she was at the Gregers’ party—to taste and talk, and potentially to employ.
    By eight o’clock, she’d hired two waiters and an assistant chef for Sakir and Rita’s party. She’d also tasted some of the best barbecue in her life. She was very pleased with herself, and quite preoccupied as she made her way to the dance floor to meet her brother and sister-in-law—so preoccupied in fact that she hardly noticed when someone put a hand on her shoulder.
    But the voice, that deep, sensual timbre, sent her reeling back to a night of careless, heedless passion—one of the best nights of her life.
    â€œYou look beautiful tonight, darlin’.”
    Jane turned around, her breath hitching. He stood before her, the man she’d given up hope she’d see tonight, an easy smile on his face. She looked him over greedily. He wore a pair of worn dress boots with faded jeans that hugged his powerful thighs and, under a caramel suede jacket, a blue shirt made his chest look a mile wide, while the color made his eyes pop.
    He pinched the tip of his stone-colored Stetson and gave her a nod.
    She felt like a teenager, all nervousness and thrill. “Hello.”
    â€œHello?” he repeated, his grin, sexy. “That’s all I get?”
    Playing along, she cocked her head to the side. “What more do you want?”
    He shrugged. “How about a few answers to a few questions?”
    â€œI’ll do my best.”
    â€œWant to tell me why you up and left me in the middle of the night?”
    The question took the breath from her, and she forced a smile. “Jumping right into it, are we?”
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œAll right.” She shook her head. “I thought it might be best if I wasn’t caught in nothing more than a sheet in the house of—”
    â€œYou were in more than a sheet, darlin’,” he interrupted with a grin. “Had my arms around you,