The Sheikh's Island (Sheikh's Wedding Bet Series Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

taxi. “I’d be more than happy to take you back to your hotel,” he said in a husky voice.
    She frowned and stared at him. Was he getting a cold? There was no way she wanted to be near him if he was getting a cold. “That’s sweet, but no, thank you. I’m not actually sure I’m going back to my hotel. I was hoping to reach Rameez. I’d like to talk to him in private before we try to schedule another meeting between you two.”
    He opened the door for her. “That won’t be very pleasant for you,” he muttered.
    Tucking her hair behind her ear, she flashed him a smile. “I hope that isn’t true! I think your cousin probably has a soft center. I just have to find it. Thank you again for lunch. I really enjoyed it.”
    She slid into the taxi as he mumbled something under his breath. Before she could ask him to repeat it, he shut the door.
    “Where to, ma’am?” the driver asked politely.
    “Oh, gosh! Yes! You need an address. Give me a second,” she said as she dug through her purse and pulled out the address for her hotel. Rattling it off, she also pulled out her phone and called Rameez.
    “What do you want?” he growled.
    Well, at least he picked up. That was something. “Hi, Rameez. It’s Wynifred Fellows. I was wondering if you had some time to get together and talk today.”
    “I know who this is. And yes, I do have time to meet.”
    “Excellent!” She pulled out her notebook and opened it. “Where would you like to meet and what time?”
    Rameez chuckled on the other end. “I said I had time to talk. I didn’t say that I would. Have a good afternoon, Wynifred.”
    He disconnected the call, and Wynifred narrowed her eyes in frustration. Many of her clients were stubborn, but it looked like Rameez was working hard to take the prize for worse client ever. Pushing aside her frustrations, she called another number. A few minutes later, she hung up the phone and leaned forward.
    “Excuse me? It looks like I’m not going to my hotel after all,” she said with a smile.
    Filled with satisfaction, she leaned back and smiled out the window. There was more than one way to get Rameez’s cooperation.
    Fifteen minutes later, the taxi pulled up to Shifa’s house. Rameez’s mother opened the door and waved. There was a big, beautiful smile on her face, and Wynifred’s heart went out to her. She was such a lovely woman, but she always seemed so alone.
    “Thank you so much for seeing me at the last minute. I had hoped to make an appointment with your son, but he’s evading me. I had lunch with Haris, though, and I feel like I’m really making progress.”
    Shifa gave her a quick hug. “My son can be hardheaded,” she muttered. “But I promise that he’s a good man.”
    The kind of man that only a mother could love? Wynifred pushed aside her frustrations and smiled. “I have no doubt that I’ll get him to open up.”
    Shifa stepped aside and ushered her inside. “I was actually very happy that you called. I found a few photos that I thought you might get a kick out of seeing! Can I get you something to drink?”
    Putting a hand on her stomach, Wynifred shook her head. “I am so full from lunch. I told Haris earlier that the food in this city is magnificent. I’m going to gain ten pounds before I leave this place.”
    “You look like you could use ten pounds,” Shifa said dryly.
    Wynifred blushed. She’d been so busy with the book that she missed a few meals here and there, but Shifa was one to talk. A small breeze could knock the woman over.
    Rameez’s mother bent down to the bottom shelf of her bookcase and picked up a box. Wynifred saw the woman stumble and hurried to help her. “Let me help you!”
    “Thank you, darling! Sometimes I forget that I’m not as young as I used to be,” Shifa said with a grateful smile. They sat on the couch, and Wynifred set the box in Shifa’s lap. When the older woman pulled off the top, Wynifred leaned over eagerly. The box was full of photos.
    “Haris