Did it matter? There shouldn’t be any more kissing between them. She had her life plan and As’ad had his. They wanted opposite things-she needed to connect and he claimed connection didn’t matter. She just wasn’t sure she believed him.

She heard footsteps on the path and turned toward the sound. She expected to see one of the many gardeners. What she got instead was the king.

“Oh!” Kayleen sprang to her feet, then paused, not sure what she was supposed to do.

King Mukhtar smiled. “Good afternoon, Kayleen. I see you are enjoying my garden.”

“I enjoy wandering,” she said with a slight bob she hoped would pass for a curtsy and/or bow. “Have I stepped into off-limits space?”

“Not at all. I welcome the company. Come, child. Walk with me.”

It didn’t sound like a request.

Kayleen fell into step beside the king and waited for him to start the conversation. She was just starting to sweat the silence when he said, “Are you settled into the palace? Does it feel like home?”

She laughed. “I’m settled, but I’m not sure anywhere this magnificent will ever feel like home.”

“A very politically correct answer,” he told her. “Where did you grow up?”

“In an orphanage in the Midwest.”

“I see. You lost your parents at an early age?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know anything about my father. My mother had me when she was really young. She couldn’t handle a baby so she left me with her mother. When that didn’t work out, I went to the Catholic orphanage, which turned out to be a great place to grow up.”

She was used to telling the story in a upbeat way that avoided making anyone feel awkward. There was no reason for the king to know that her mother had abandoned her and that her grandmother hadn’t wanted to be stuck with another child to raise. No reason to talk about what it had felt like to be left on the doorstep of an orphanage on her fifth birthday, knowing no one in her family wanted anything to do with her. King Mukhtar wouldn’t know what it felt like to never belong anywhere.

“So you don’t remember your mother at all?” he asked.

“No.” Which was fine with Kayleen.

“Perhaps you’ll meet again one day,” the king said.

“I would like that very much,” Kayleen lied, knowing it was what the king wanted to hear.

Growing up, she’d been taught that it was her duty to forgive her mother and grandmother for abandoning her. She’d made peace with what had happened, but that didn’t mean she wanted to be close now. Perhaps there were circumstances that, if explained, would help her understand. In truth, she wasn’t interested enough to find out.

“So your past is the reason you were so against the three sisters being split up,” the king said.

“Absolutely. They only have each other. They need to stay together.”

“Because of you, they will.”

She smiled. “Actually As’ad gets all the credit. He’s the one who saved them. I’ll always be grateful to him.”

The king glanced at her. “I heard you rode into the desert and met with some of the villagers who live there.”

“I did. I liked them a lot. It’s an interesting way of life. Carrying one’s roots wherever one goes.”

“Most young women would be more interested in the elegant shops on our boulevards than in the desert.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I’m not much into shopping.” She’d never had the money for it to be serious sport and she doubted the stores the king spoke of had much in the way of bargains.

“Perhaps As’ad will take you one day,” the king said.

“That would be fun, but it’s not necessary. He’s given me so much already.”

“So you like my son?”

“Of course. He’s a wonderful man. Charming and kind and patient.” And a great kisser, but she wasn’t going to mention that to the king.

“I am pleased to hear you are getting along,” King Mukhtar told her. “Very pleased.”

Chapter Six

Kayleen waved at Neil, As’ad’s assistant, and when the man didn’t lunge for her, walked past him and into the prince’s office.

As’ad glanced up from his computer. “You have so intimidated my assistant that he has given up trying to stop you.”

She laughed. “If only that were true. I won’t stay long, I just…” She walked to the desk, started to sit down, then stopped. “I spoke with the king.”

As’ad looked at her as if waiting for her point.

“Your father is a king,” she said.

“Yes, I know.”

“I don’t. I can’t be speaking with a king. That sort of thing doesn’t happen to people like me. It doesn’t happen to anyone. It’s not normal.”

“You live in the royal palace. What did you expect?”

“Not to be living here,” she admitted. “It’s too crazy. You’re a prince.”

“Again, information I have already obtained.”

She sighed and sank into a chair. “You’re not taking me seriously.”

“You have given me no reason to. My father and I are who we have always been.”

She nodded slowly. He’d grown up this way. It was impossible for him to grasp the incredibleness of the situation for her.

“I shouldn’t have made you take the girls,” she told him. “I didn’t think the whole thing through. How they would change things for you.”

He rose and walked around the desk until he was standing in front of her and she had to look way, way up to meet his gaze.

“You did not make me do anything.”

She waved that away. “You know what I mean.”

“Indeed, I do not. I was aware that adopting three American sisters would make things different and still I went forward.”

Which made her wonder why he hadn’t just dismissed her like an annoying gnat. Isn’t that what princes did?

“I don’t belong here,” she told him. “I’m not used to this sort of thing.”

He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. “I say who belongs and who does not.”

“Off with my head?”

“That is not what I had in mind.”

She knew he was going to kiss her even before he bent toward her and brushed his mouth against hers. She couldn’t say how she knew, only that anticipation tightened her stomach and she forgot to breathe. Nothing else mattered but the feel of his lips on hers and the nearness of his body. He put his arms around her and drew her close.

It was like going home. The sense of belonging and safety. She’d never experienced that before and the sensation was so sweet, so perfect, she never wanted to be anywhere else. Then his mouth was moving on hers and she got lost in the kiss, the feel of his hands moving up and down her back. The heat of them. The way they pressed against each other, her body melting into his.

She put her hands on his upper arms and explored his muscled strength. When the pressure on her lips increased, she parted and was rewarded by the sensual sweep of his tongue across hers.

Somewhere along the way she must have remembered to breathe again because she moaned low in her throat. She felt tense and relaxed at the same time. She wanted this to never stop and she wanted more.

Without thinking, she rose on tiptoe, so she could press herself against him more fully. She tilted her head and kissed him back, teasing his tongue with hers.

His hands moved more urgently. One slipped to her rear, where he squeezed her curves. The contact shocked her, but excited her, too. Instinctively she arched forward, bringing her lower body in contact with his. He squeezed again, then moved his other hand to her waist before sliding it higher.

Anticipation chased away any hint of apprehension. His large hand settled on her breast with a confidence that allowed her not to be afraid. She broke the kiss so she could lean her forehead against his shoulder while he cupped her breast in his hand.

His touch was gentle and slow, but more wonderful than anything she’d ever experienced before. It was as if he knew the best way to touch her, to stroke her. When he moved his fingers across her nipple, she gasped and clung to him.

He moved his free hand to her chin, raised her head, then kissed her again. She held on to him as the room began to spin faster and faster. When he finally stepped back, she wasn’t sure she could stay standing.

His eyes were dark as night, but bright with a fire that burned as hot as the one flaring inside of her. She’d never seen sexual need on a man’s face before, but she recognized it now. Recognized it and knew that somehow she had caused it.

He wanted her. It was magic and filled her with delight and wonder and a sense of feminine power. Now if only she knew what to do with it.

“Kayleen.”

He’d spoken her name dozens of times before, but never with his voice so heavy and rumbling. She wanted this, she thought happily. She wanted this and so much more.

Somewhere in the distance she heard people talking. She remembered they were in his office and she had interrupted his day. The realization made her unsure of what to do next.

“I should, ah, probably go,” she told him, wondering if he would ask her to stay.

“Do not worry about the king,” he said instead. “My father is very pleased with you.”

“How do you know? Have you talked to him?”

“I have no need. You are exactly what he wants you to be.”

What? But before she could ask for an explanation, As’ad’s phone rang. He glanced at his watch. “A teleconference with the British foreign minister.”

“Right. Okay. I’ll see you later.”

She walked back to her room, wondering what it all meant. The kiss, the intimate touch, As’ad’s comment that she was what the king wanted her to be. Did that mean a good nanny? A tidy guest?

Yet more reminders that this was a foreign world and not one she was likely to be comfortable in. She should be eager to escape. Yet there was a part of her that wouldn’t mind staying for a very long time.