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she felt when she looked upon Major Fallon.
    A dangerous thrill ran through her.
    Dangerous because she’d had her hands on him before and ached to do so again.
    He pushed up on one elbow and looked around the tent. “What are you doing here?” His voice was raspy, awake now.
    She raised a brow fractionally and her gaze dropped to the band of steel still holding her wrist. “Are you going to kiss me, Major? Or let me go?”
    She’d seen the look in his eyes when he first touched her, and wondered now, as he awakened fully, who he’d been thinking about.
    Their eyes held for a fraction longer before he looked around again as if to reaffirm his surroundings. “I’ve been asleep.”
    He released her. “For the whole day, it would seem, sir.”
    Her hair had come undone, and she tucked a wisp behind her ear. She’d given up trying to comb it out and had tied the mass off her face with a leather thong. “Where do you have to go, Major?” she asked readily. “Why don’t you remove your boots and sleep?”
    The tent flap opened and Christopher’s servant entered. He stopped when he saw her standing beside the cot, and a smile lit his bearded countenance. “Sitt Donally, I am so glad that you are well. I did not get to see you when you arrived.”
    “Abdul.” She took the wizened hands clasped in front of him. “It’s good to see you as well.”
    He wore his white turban and a belted long-sleeve tunic that reached his knees. “If only your brother had waited another day before he left. You would not have known him, Sitt.”
    His voice was quiet, and afraid that Alex might be awake, Brianna turned to Fallon, who’d not moved from his position on the edge of the cot. “Abdul, please bring in his gear. He’ll be sleeping here.”
    “But he asked that I not do so.”
    “Do it, Abdul,” Fallon said tiredly, one eye squinted up at her. “And a bowl of water if you will. I need to wash.”
    “And to shave as well, Major.” Brianna smiled after Abdulscurried out. “Pity the poor woman you’d kiss tonight, otherwise.”
    A slow grin curved the edges of his mouth, a flash of white in the shadows of his face. “Are you always so bold with men, Miss Donally?”
    “Only with those who have already seen me undressed. We’ve rather bypassed polite formalities, have we not, Major Fallon?”
    She could tell by the wary look that came into his eyes that she wasn’t at all what he’d expected. That was just fine with her. There was nothing worse than being predictable. Putting space between them, Brianna escaped the tent when Abdul entered with a tray of food.
    Christopher’s tent had been erected near a large pool of water. An enormous star hung low on the horizon. It was ironic that such stark beauty gave life to a barren plateau of sand. Some distance away, a boy herded bleating goats. Behind Brianna, the tent flap opened. Major Fallon’s robed figure filled the opening. His gaze found her standing near the fire. Then she watched him take in the surrounding area.
    He didn’t like their neighbors; she could see that in the narrow look that came into his eyes. Turning her head, she tried to see what he saw. Did he think they were still being followed?
    Abdul squeezed through the opening. “I have dinner prepared, Sitt. Shall I have food brought to her ladyship?”
    “Only if she’s awake. Where has the baggage that was brought in on my camel been stowed? I haven’t found my camera.”
    “Come with me, Sitt.”
    Without a backward glance at Major Fallon, Brianna followed Abdul. She glimpsed a woman leaving the pond. “Why aren’t some women veiled?” she asked as he led her around the larger tent to one in back.
    “It is not uncommon among nomadic women to go unveiled.” Abdul held back the flap and Brianna’s heart leapt.
    She’d found her camera.
    Nothing seemed broken in the trunk holding the photo chemicals, black cloth, and plates. She’d been carrying that trunk with her since the day she and