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its back, stuck on like a burr, and when it was tired, he spoke to it so sweetly that it did just what he said.”
    “That... sounds like a lie, Daisy.”
    “Believe it or not, whatever you like. Rashad told me that all of Zayn's family has a way with horses, but more than that, they have a way with horses because they understand passion. Then I thought, who do I know who has lots of passion...”
     Something about Daisy's description of Zayn taming a wild horse made Leah blush, but she brushed it off. “Daisy, tell me you didn't send this man halfway across the world so you could play matchmaker!”
    Daisy's voice grew serious. “No, or at least, not just for that. You've heard the story about his family?”
    “He told me, yes.”
    “The story of his parents meeting and marrying is one that is very dear to him, and to many of his people, as well. It's... it's part of who they are, a story that belongs to them, the way that King Arthur belongs to England, you know? You're the only person I could think of who would defend it right. Who would understand. I knew that you of all people weren't going to let him down.”
    Despite herself, Leah was touched by her cousin's regard. “I have no intention of doing so,” she promised. “Just... if you send any other handsome sheiks my way, a little warning would maybe be nice?”
    Daisy's laugh was her only response, and then Leah was left to get ready. The clock was ticking, and as she had told Zayn, it would take her twenty minutes to get back to his hotel. Suddenly everything in her closet looked far too suburban, far too dull. She was going to meet with a man who was known around the world for his power and wealth, and she was going to look like...a lawyer.
    She shoved things around in her closet, and her eye caught on a flash of white.
    Surely not... but then, as if it had a mind of its own, her hand reached out to grasp at the dress at the back.
    It was short sleeveless number, pure white except where a design of black branches and falling red flowers was painted across it. The neckline came all the way up to her throat in a mandarin collar, but the hem left a nearly indecent length of leg showing beneath. It had been on an incredible sale on Rodeo Drive, and without thinking about where she would wear it or who she would wear it for, she had snatched it up. It had lived at the back of her closet... until now.
    “All right,” she whispered, pulling it on. “Let's see how this goes.”
    ***
    When she got to the front steps of the Marseilles, she was startled to see Zayn and his escort. She threw her car keys to the valet, coming up the stairs slowly. The only heels that really went with this dress were vivid cherry red, but they were also an inch taller than what she was used to.
    “Sheik Zayn, I thought you would be upstairs still...”
    His grin was wide, making her smile in return.
    “Zayn,” he said firmly. “I refuse to budge from this spot until you are willing to call me by my right name.”
    “Zayn,” she repeated, smiling at the way his name felt on her mouth.
    “And you, what shall I call you?”
    “Leah,” she replied promptly. After that smile, there was no way in the world that she was going to let him call her Ms. Montgomery.
    His grin turned into a real smile, and he offered her his arm. She took it automatically, not missing the way those green eyes roved up and down her body. She knew that she should put a stop to it, but right now, it simply felt too good. She told herself that she was doing exactly what Grant or Bryce would have done. She was working with their client, getting to know him, putting him at his ease and instilling a real sense of trust in him. She was pretty sure that neither of them did it wearing a dress this short, but she ignored that part of it.
    “Where are we going?” she asked. “I can't imagine that your hotel needs you to get this dressed up.”
    Zayn had changed again, this time into a bronze suit that looked as if