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inside of him, nor did they improve his memory or his attention span.
    “I apologize, Minister,” he said curtly. “Would you repeat the question?”
    “We were discussing the options for providing training. There are several companies making bids. In addition both the British and the Americans have offered to send pilots to train our troops.”
    “First we must agree on the aircraft,” Sadik said. He allowed himself one last image of Cleo, then pushed her from his mind. Now was the time to work.
    “I’m glad this isn’t going to be a formal dinner,” Zara said, flopping down on the sofa and sighing. “I hate those state functions that go on for hours. They can be incredibly boring.”
    “How many people will be attending tonight?” Cleo asked. The more the merrier, she thought glumly. Each person in the room was a potential buffer between her and Sadik . As much as she tried to forget it, his kiss from the previous night still haunted her. She found herself alternating between the need to run for cover and the desire to seek him out and finish what they’d started.
    “I’m not sure. A couple hundred.” Zara shrugged. “As far as the inner circle of the royal family, it will be us, of course, and the king. Sadik is the only prince in the palace right now. Prince Reyhan is off at an oil conference somewhere. The crown prince is doing crown princely duties in central Africa.
    Don’t ask me what. And Prince Jefri is in El Bahar talking with the king there about the joint air force.”
    Cleo stared at her sister in amazement. “Listen to yourself,” she said.
    “What?”
    Cleo reached to her right and pulled loose a small pillow. She threw it at Zara.
    “You’re casually discussing the whereabouts of several members of the royal family. Doesn’t that strike you as the least bit odd? You’re a member of a ruling family. You’re an honest-to-goodness princess, Zara. How can you be so calm about this?”
    Zara angled toward her. She wore a stylish short-sleeved dress that screamed designer. A large diamond glittered on her left hand. Her always beautiful hair was sleek and shiny—the result of expensive hair treatments and an even more expensive stylist on call.
    “I’m not calm,” Zara admitted, her large eyes dark and troubled. “I feel weird about it all the time. But if I gave in to those feelings, I’m afraid I would end up curled up in a closet, rocking and making weird noises.”
    Cleo laughed. “Not an attractive visual.”
    “Exactly.” Zara fingered her gold hoop earrings. “I didn’t set out to be a princess. I just wanted to find my father. He happens to be the king of Bahania .
    Just between the two of us, I wish he’d been a normal guy, but he’s not. I’m here, so you have to be here, too.”
    “The difference is, I get to run away when all this becomes too much.”
    “I envy you that,” Zara said.
    “No, you don’t. You want to be with Rafe .”
    Her sister’s expression changed to complete happiness. “You’re right. I’ll put up with anything, even being a princess, just to be near him.”
    “I envy you that,” Cleo said easily, knowing Zara would understand.
    “You’ll find someone,” her sister told her.
    Cleo wasn’t so sure.
    “If it wasn’t for Rafe , I’d miss my old life a lot more,” Zara said after a couple of minutes of silence. “I still miss teaching at the university. Plus my friends. No one but you is coming to the wedding. I wanted to offer to pay for the plane tickets, but I knew people would take that wrong.” She stretched her hand across the back of the sofa and touched Cleo’s shoulder. “Thank you for coming.”
    “I wouldn’t have missed it for anything,” Cleo told her truthfully.
    Zara cleared her throat. “You know, there are a lot of opportunities in the city. The economy here is expanding and there’s always plenty of work.”
    Cleo knew exactly where she was going. “Thanks for the suggestion, but I don’t think I’d