Bride Behind The Desert Veil (Mills & Boon Modern) (The Marchetti Dynasty, Book 3) by Abby Green (free e reader .TXT) 📕

She shook her head. ‘No, it doesn’t. Who we are doesn’t matter either.’

Sharif barely heard the thread of desperation in her voice. It was only afterwards that he would recall it. Long afterwards.

But right now he felt a weight lift off his chest and shoulders. For the first time since he could remember he was with someone who had no idea who he was. There was no preconception, no misconception, no judgement, no expectation.

‘Would you like something to eat?’

She blinked. ‘Yes...okay. I’d like that.’

Keeping hold of her hand, Sharif led the woman over to his tent.

The tent that was set up in the shelter of the trees was larger than Liyah had expected, but the man still had to duck his head a little to go in. He had to be six foot five at least. Tall enough to make her feel small. And she was used to towering over most people.

Men in particular seemed to find her height a provocation. But not this one. The way he’d looked at her so intently just now... Her heart hadn’t slowed down since she’d laid eyes on him.

Her eyes adjusted from the falling light outside to the golden glow of lots of candles. There was a table set up with food, and a place-setting for one. There was a bed in the corner, large and luxurious, with jewel-covered throws.

Liyah looked away quickly, suddenly ambushed by the memory of how it had felt to walk out of the water naked, with his dark gaze on her. She didn’t want him to see her looking at the bed. He’d already crossed about a dozen boundaries that, if her rational brain was working, she would never have allowed anyone to cross. Not to mention a complete stranger.

He let her hand go and went over to the chair and pulled it out. ‘Please...sit down.’

Liyah looked around. ‘There’s only one chair.’

‘I’ll find something. Please.’

It was so surreal that Liyah did as he bade, moving around the table to sit down. She felt him behind her, his hands close to her shoulders. Her hair was still damp. Heavy. It was too long, too unruly, but every time she got frustrated and determined to cut it she would think of the pictures she had of her mother, with the same long hair, and she’d lose the will to let it go.

Any memory or connection with her mother was so tenuous. And precious.

The man had disappeared behind a screen that presumably hid the washing area. And now he reappeared, taking Liyah’s breath away with his sheer physicality.

He had put on a plain white T-shirt and it made his dark olive skin look even darker. It highlighted the musculature of his chest, somehow making it more provocative than if he’d still been bare.

He put down a wooden stool on the opposite side of the table. For the first time she could look at him up close in the light and she was mesmerised.

He was breathtaking. His face was lean and sculpted, the low flickering candlelight casting shadows and making his skin gleam like burnished bronze. Hard jaw defined by stubble. Nose like a blade. Deep-set dark eyes. Fathomless.

His mouth was as strong as the rest of him, but wide. His lips were full, more than hinting at a sensual nature—as if Liyah hadn’t noticed that as soon as she’d seen him. He oozed a sexual magnetism that had stunned her as effectively as if he’d shot her with a dart from a gun.

‘Are you sure you don’t want to take the chair? That doesn’t look very comfortable.’

He shook his head and put an empty plate in front of her. ‘Help yourself.’

At that moment Liyah realised she was famished. In the stress of the last week she’d barely eaten, and she didn’t do well on low food supplies. The food looked...amazing. There was hummus and flatbread. Dolma vine leaves stuffed with meat. Succulent pieces of lamb with balls of spiced rice.

She picked a selection and put them on her plate. She heard a cork and saw him pour white wine into a glass.

He handed it to her. ‘Drink?’

Liyah took it, and watched as he poured himself a glass. He raised it. The candles imbued the whole scene with a golden glow that didn’t go anywhere near helping her to keep a grasp of reality.

‘Here’s to...unexpected encounters.’

Liyah lifted her glass. She could feel any desire to try to restore sanity, to remember who she was, where she was, fatally slipping away, to be replaced by a wholly different and far earthier desire.

She touched her glass to his and it made a low melodic chime. She echoed his words. ‘To unexpected encounters.’

He lifted his glass to his mouth, and just before he took a sip he said, ‘And what we make of them.’

CHAPTER TWO

‘AND WHAT WE make of them.’

Liyah took a sip of her wine as she absorbed that comment. This man was altogether too bold and confident, but he’d woken something inside her. Something equally bold. If not as confident.

‘Your eyes are green.’

Liyah looked at him. ‘My mother’s eyes were green.’

‘Try the lamb. It’s delicious.’

Liyah picked up a piece of lamb, along with some of the rice, and popped it into her mouth. The meat practically melted on her tongue and the spices in the rice made her taste buds come alive.

‘You know this place well.’

It wasn’t a question. Liyah swallowed her food and nodded. ‘I’ve always come here. It’s usually empty. It doesn’t serve as a stopping point as it’s so close to the city.’ To the palace. She pushed her mind away from that reminder.

‘Your bird is very tame. How old is he?’

Liyah bit back a smile. ‘She.’

The man smiled and she nearly fell off her chair. It changed him from being merely stupendously gorgeous to something not of this earth.

‘I shouldn’t have presumed.’

Liyah recovered her wits. ‘She’s been mine since I was a child. I trained her out here in the desert.’

‘Does she have a