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the month is up,” he said. “Come on.”
    ***
    The small plane took off from a private runway at the international airport, and Olivia had never felt shabbier when she took her seat. Makeen, of course, seemed to see the intense luxury of the plane as nothing more than his due. A pretty young woman in a neat uniform appeared to offer them drinks or food, both of which Olivia shyly refused. Makeen, who had the attendant pour him a small glass of red wine, glanced at her curiously.
    “You should take advantage of the opportunity to eat,” he said. “I can't imagine that you have managed to feed yourself so well today.”
    She shrugged a little, keeping her gaze down. After they had left the café, he had virtually ignored her, talking with his people to make arrangements for some kind of trip that they were taking. She had felt like a shadow, something that was almost comforting. It gave Olivia a chance to sort out her feelings, to figure out what she was doing, and how she was going to get through the next month with this man.
    “I don't eat much,” she offered, and when she glanced up, she found him scowling.
    “Are you hungry?” he asked, and just like it had before, her stomach growled.
    He shook his head, summoning the attendant back with a beckoning gesture. “Bring her a small platter of mezes,” he said. “A little bit of everything.”
    Olivia started to protest the trouble, but the woman was already moving, and Makeen raised a dark eyebrow at her.
    “One of the things that you agreed to was that you would eat what I told you to,” he said. “Are you going back on our deal already?”
    “No,” she said stung, sitting up straighter. “I wouldn't.”
    “Good. So when the food comes, you will eat.”
    She felt a stab of irritation at his casual high-handed ways, but then it occurred to her how kind it was. Instead, she smiled a little, inclining her head.
    “All right, Makeen,” she said, still getting used to his name in her mouth. “Perhaps as I eat, you will tell me where we are going?”
    He looked thoughtful at that for a moment, and then shrugged. She supposed that there was no harm in telling her where they were going as she had no real ability to escape him at this point.
    “We are going to an old retreat of my family's, one high in the mountains,” Makeen said, his eyes focused on the hazy sky out the window. “It is a place that has been kept for the Sheikhs of Zahar and their lovers for generations, a place of peace.”
    Olivia couldn't keep herself from stirring at his use of the word lovers. “Is that what we are?” she asked, keeping her voice low so the woman at the rear of the plane wouldn't be able to hear.
    “It is what we will be,” he said shortly. “It is what you agreed to, what you offered to me, unless you are pulling back?”
    “No,” she said, shaking her head. “I am only curious as to what you might … want of me.”
    Makeen's gaze turned back to her, and it was so possessive, so very dominant, that it made her heart beat faster just to see it. No matter what the situation was between them, no matter what had brought them together, there was something that drew her to this man. Who knew what they would have been in other circumstances, but in the here and now, they were lovers.
    “Everything,” he breathed, and her heart beat faster.
    Even if she had had a response to that, the attendant returned, setting a small plate of delicate morsels in front of her. For a moment, Olivia simply stared at the plate, taking in the beauty of the food before she could bring herself to eat it. It made Makeen chuckle a little.
    “Have you always been such a connoisseur of beauty, little bird?” he asked, and she glanced up at him.
    “Since I was a little girl, I was often ready to sacrifice practicality for beauty,” she said. “It was something that drove my parents mad, but David, unfortunately, encouraged it. He would bring bits of glass, ornaments, things that got