Millions To Spare

“There’s only one bed,” he pointed out.

She glanced at the colorful jumble of blankets and pillows. “It seems a little silly for me to go all Victorian on you now.”

He kissed her hair again and pulled back to smile. “There are things about you I like very much, Julia Nash.”

“There are things about you I like very much, too.” Specifically, at the moment, she liked that he felt like a barrier between her and the world.

He turned off the light above the cupboards.

Ahmed had thoughtfully provided Julia with a plain, white cotton nightgown, so she slipped into the tiny bathroom to wash up and change.

When she came out, a single light glowed next to the bed, the sand was invisible where it rattled against the dark windows, and the ceiling fan turned lazily above.

As she padded across the room to the small bed, she could feel Harrison’s gaze on her. But without looking in his direction, she lay down, tucked her head against a pillow and pulled up a single, thin sheet.

She heard him cross the room.

A rustle as he discarded his clothes.

She assumed-hoped-he slept in his boxers as he lifted the sheet to join her.

The bed was too small to stay away from each other. And, after a minute or so of hopeless attempts to find a politically correct position to sleep in, Harrison wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her, spoon style, against his body.

It seemed to her that she should argue. But then, she felt safe and comfortable in his arms, and it wasn’t as if they hadn’t already touched every inch of each other that could possibly be touched. So, instead of putting up a fight, she relaxed against him.

He rested his chin against her hair, and his hand grew warm where it splayed across her belly. She could have easily turned in his arms, easily kissed him, touched him, made love with him all over again.

“Can we talk about Brittany?” she braved.

He drew a breath. “I really don’t know what to say about Brittany.”

“I feel like the other woman.”

“I’m not with Brittany yet.”

Yet being the operative word. But Julia didn’t say that out loud.

“You’re before Brittany,” said Harrison with conviction. “Not at the same time as Brittany.”

He was obviously trying to make both of them feel better. On one level, it worked. On another, it made Julia sad. Harrison had a destiny with Brittany. He was simply biding his time with Julia.

Her chest tightened in pain. Then she told herself to buck up. She and Harrison had been thrown together in an artificial situation. Their emotions were magnified. Neither of them was even thinking clearly.

When it was over, they’d go back to their regular lives, and this would all be a fond, or maybe a frightening memory-depending on how things turned out.

But, for now, she had to focus on the moment. And, at the moment, Harrison was helping her. He said he had options, and she was going to believe him.

And that was all that mattered.

With Julia sleeping in his arms, Harrison tried to conceive a plan to get her safely out of UAE. Unfortunately, her warm skin, her sweet scent and especially her soft bottom pressing against him were more than a little distracting.

The storm had settled into a steady hum outside. They were safe for now, but as soon as the storm passed, they ran the risk of being discovered.

He redoubled his efforts to focus on something other than his desire to make love with her all over again.

He could rent a helicopter. But even if the police hadn’t put the airlines on alert, they ran the risk of being shot down if they tried to cross the border without clearance. Same problem with driving across a border; they could easily run into a patrol. And, even if they made it into Oman or Saudi Arabia, they might find more trouble there than they’d left behind.

He could take her south to the coastal town of Ruwais, find a boat of some kind and make the short crossing to Qatar. He turned that approach over in his mind. It was probably their best bet. But he’d have to get her there. And he didn’t dare make arrangements over the airwaves. They’d have to take their chances on finding a willing captain once they got to the town.

Mind made up, he realized he needed to sleep. It might be his last chance for a while. He’d ask Ahmed for a gun in the morning, pack as much fuel and water as the Jeep would carry, and make a run down the back roads of the desert past the dead zone.

He gathered Julia close, wrapping his body protectively around her as his eyes fluttered closed.

He woke up with a start, arms automatically tightening around her. The storm had passed, and the village was eerily quiet.

And then he heard it.

The sound of a diesel truck.

Carefully extracting his arm from beneath her, and his leg from where he’d thrown it over her hip in the night, he slipped out of bed. He crossed to the window, and cautiously peeked out. The engine sound grew louder as the driver geared down, and Harrison realized it had to be a semi. Probably not a threat then.

A tanker truck came into view on the main road of the oasis, then it passed behind a building and kept going. Harrison took a precautionary glance around the village before returning to the bed.

Julia’s eyes were open and wary.

“Everything okay?” she whispered.

Harrison nodded. “But we should get moving.”

She pulled herself into a sitting position. “Where are we going?”

“Ruwais. It’s a small town in the south. We can get a boat to Qatar.”

“What about the border?”

“It’ll look like we’re taking a day trip when we leave. To the authorities in Qatar, we’ll look like a couple of Western tourists.”

Julia smiled, and the glow of gratitude in her eyes did something to his stomach.

“Get dressed,” he advised, hoping she’d do it quickly, before he said or did something really stupid. “I’m going to pack a few things in the Jeep.”

She scooted out of bed, and he had to force himself to drag his gaze from the thin cotton that molded itself to her body as she moved. She was naked under there, and he remembered exactly what a sweet sight that was.

“Do you need any help?” she asked on her way to the bathroom.

“Ahmed will have breakfast for us. Could you pack it up? Then we can eat on the road.”

She nodded, pausing with the door half-closed. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” And he meant it.

As the door clicked shut behind her, he realized just how much he was willing to do for her, and how often he was willing to do it.

He pulled on the loose, cotton pants and shirt Ahmed had provided, then slipped his feet into the sturdy sandals. No point heading out into the desert in his wingtips.

He waited until Julia was ready, then he escorted her to the main house, watching carefully around them as he went.

Ahmed was up, as was the rest of the family. And, as Harrison had predicted, a breakfast of fruit, breads, cheese and strong coffee was laid out on the table.

Harrison gratefully accepted a cup of the coffee, then asked Ahmed if he had a weapon available.

Ahmed drew him aside.

“You’ll need more than a handgun,” he said in a low tone, glancing toward the women.

“Do you know something?” asked Harrison, turning his back, but feeling Julia’s stare on him.

“The man with no nose.”

Harrison raised his eyebrows.