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few seconds, but it was enough for him to taste the heat of her sweet lips and the passion that he’d sensed resided inside her. It was enough for him to know that he wanted this woman more than he’d wanted a woman in a very long time.
    When he released her, she looked slightly dazed, and he ran a thumb down her smooth cheek. “I want you as my wife, Elizabeth, and I am a man accustomed to getting what I want. And now Rashad will see you home.”
    Without waiting for her reply, he opened the door and strode out.

Three
    â€œT ell me all about it,” Fiona demanded.
    It was just after nine, and Cara had been sitting at her kitchen table having a cup of tea when the phone rang for the second time that morning.
    â€œTell you about what?” she asked teasingly.
    â€œYou know what I’m talking about,” Fiona exclaimed. Her impatience was obvious, all the way from Paris. “Arabian nights…magic carpets. What I really want to know is if you rubbed Aladdin’s lamp?”
    â€œElizabeth Fiona!” Cara exclaimed, then smiled as she heard her sister’s wicked giggle. “And the answer to your ridiculous question is no.”
    â€œAh, too bad. But, seriously, did you have a good time with him?”
    Cara looked down at the ring on her finger, noting how the morning sunshine streaking through her windows played on the diamonds and made the emerald shine as if filled with brilliant green Christmas lights.
    â€œI had a wonderful time,” she replied.
    â€œWhere did he take you for lunch?”
    â€œA private dining room at the Brighton. He hadthe entire room filled with flowers, Fiona. He remembered I’d written that I loved flowers.”
    â€œHmm, too bad you didn’t write that you loved diamonds.”
    Again Cara looked down at the ring, a ring she was wearing under false pretenses. Not only was she not the woman he thought she was, but she also had no intention of marrying him.
    â€œSo, did you tell him the truth? Did you confess your identity?”
    â€œNot yet, although I intend to when I see him today.”
    â€œSo, you’re seeing him again today?”
    Cara got up from the table and placed the teakettle on the stove top to heat for another cup of tea. “Yes. He called me first thing this morning and told me he’d like me to take him sightseeing.”
    â€œSightseeing in Mission Creek? What’s there to see besides cattle?”
    â€œThat’s exactly what Omar wants to see,” Cara explained. “He’d like me to show him around the ranch.”
    â€œSounds wonderfully boring,” Fiona replied.
    â€œIt won’t be boring. Not with Omar there.”
    There was a long pause. “It sounds like you like him, Cara. Are you sure you really want to tell him the truth today?”
    Cara sighed. “No, I don’t want to tell him the truth today, and yes, I do like him.” She thought of that kiss…the kiss that had rocked her to her very core. “I like him a lot.”
    â€œThen, don’t be in such a big hurry to tell him the truth. It’s not like you’re breaking any law, Cara. You can even borrow some of my clothes, if you want to keep up the pretense until the sheik goes back home.”
    â€œThanks. I’ll think about it,” Cara replied, although she had no intention of continuing the fabrication.
    â€œWell, sis, I’ve got to run. I’m meeting some friends in just a little while. I’ll keep in touch to see how this little drama plays out.”
    The two sisters said their goodbyes, then Cara hung up. She had to tell Omar the truth. Spending time with him the day before had been wonderful. And that kiss…oh, that kiss. Although it had been far too brief, Cara had never been kissed so thoroughly.
    Even now, thinking of his lips on hers, remembering the mastery of those strong yet gentle lips, heat swirled inside her, making her almost light-headed.
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