“I’ll be waiting,” he told her and left.

Maggie watched him go. When she was alone, she sank into the chair and tried to figure out how much trouble she’d just gotten herself into.

Could she and Qadir put this behind them and pretend it had never happened?

Without meaning to, she closed her eyes and remembered how it felt to have his mouth on her breasts. Talk about amazing.

“It’s just chemistry,” she told herself. “Nothing more.”

It couldn’t be. She was here for a job and that was all. In six months their fake relationship would end and she would go home, much richer for the experience.

The trick was to not get personally involved. But for the first time she wondered if that was going to be harder than she’d ever imagined.

“Tell me about the woman,” Kateb said as he shrugged out of his robes and tossed them over a chair in Qadir’s suite.

Qadir poured them each a Scotch and handed his brother a glass. “What woman?”

Kateb raised his eyebrows. “Word of your involvement had even reached me in the desert, so there must be a woman.”

They settled on the oversize sofas in the main living area. Qadir raised his glass in a toast to his brother. “It is good to have you back. You stay away too long.”

“I find no pleasure in the city. I belong in the desert.” Kateb took a sip of his drink. “But you have not answered my question.”

“Her name is Maggie Collins. She’s restoring the Rolls.”

Kateb’s expression gave nothing away. “And?”

“And she’s beautiful, funny, down-to-earth.”

“You say all the right things. What aren’t you telling me, brother?”

Qadir grinned. “That it’s a game. I’m paying her to pretend to be my girlfriend. In a few weeks, we’ll get engaged. Then this will all be too much for her and she’ll return home. Heartbroken, I won’t be able to consider any of our father’s offers for perhaps as long as a year.”

Kateb nodded slowly. “An impressive plan.”

“You wish you’d thought of it yourself.”

“The idea has merit, although living in the desert as I do, I am well out of the king’s reach.”

“Lucky you.”

Kateb took another drink. “You do realize the game may have consequences.”

Qadir thought about his encounter with Maggie that morning, in the garage. If those were the consequences his brother was talking about, he would welcome them.

She had been all sweet fire in his arms. Her body yielding, her moans telling him she was as aroused as he had been.

“I am not concerned,” Qadir told him. “I know what I’m doing.”

“As you wish.”

“Are you here to discuss the nomination?” Qadir asked.

Kateb shrugged. “I am not sure there is anything to discuss.”

“They will name you and then what? Our father will not be pleased.”

“I have never been able to please him.”

“If you accept, you face him as an equal.”

Kateb smiled. “The king will not see things that way.”

Years ago, Qadir and his brothers had been sent into the desert, as was tradition. Young royal sons were taught the old ways, living with the nomads who roamed the deserts of the area. Qadir had endured the time but Kateb had loved it. As soon as he had finished university, he had chosen to make his home in the desert.

Tradition stated that every twenty-five years a new leader was nominated. As Kateb had become one of them, he was expected to be named.

But he was already an heir to Mukhtar’s throne. Not the first in line, but still close to being king. For Kateb to accept the nomination of the desert people meant abdicating his rights to the El Deharian throne.

“What do you want?” Qadir asked.

“To stay where I belong. I am unlikely to be king here. Walking away from what will never be mine is not a hardship.”

But if it was so easy, wouldn’t Kateb have already made the decision?

“Apparently the kind of flowers matter,” Kayleen said with a sigh. “There are rules.”

“Ignore the rules,” Prince As’ad told her. “You are to be my bride. Do what makes you happy.”

“So imperious,” Kayleen said, although she smiled at her fiancé. “It’s easy for him to tell me to break the rules, but he doesn’t have to face the wedding planner.” She leaned toward Maggie, her eyes wide. “Do you know the president of the United States has been invited? I nearly passed out when they told me. Fortunately he can’t come. They’ll send someone else, which is great. I couldn’t help fainting if I knew the president was there.”

As’ad touched her cheek. “You are far too strong to faint.”

“Maybe, but I’ll sure be thinking about it.” Kayleen shook her head. “I’m sorry. Hearing all this talk about the wedding must be really boring for you.” She smiled. “Qadir especially.”

“You are so lovely that any topic is interesting,” Qadir told her.

Maggie had to press her lips together to keep from laughing. As’ad glared at his brother.

“Do not use your charm on my fiancée or you will suffer the consequences.”

Qadir only looked amused. “Are you so unsure of her affections?”

Kayleen rolled her eyes. “They get like this from time to time. Sort of a royal way of letting off steam. We can pretty much send it in any direction we want. You could get insulted that Qadir is pretending to make a play for me or I could be flattered he thinks I’m worthy or we would ignore them altogether and just talk about something else.”

Maggie had been nervous about the dinner with As’ad and Kayleen. She didn’t know either of them and an intimate setting would require a lot of conversation. She had wondered how it would be possible to keep her fake relationship with Qadir seeming real.

But she found herself enjoying the evening very much. The other couple was easy to talk to. Kayleen especially bubbled about the wedding. They hadn’t asked any awkward questions and seemed to totally accept her. Life being what it was, that made her feel a little guilty.

“Let’s ignore them,” Maggie said. “Tell me about your three girls. That’s a lot to take on when you’re just getting married.”

“I know,” Kayleen said, sounding totally thrilled. “But the girls are the reason As’ad and I are together. He adopted them-it’s a long, complicated story. Anyway, I was their nanny and we sort of, well…”

“Fell in love,” Maggie said, seeing the truth in her eyes.

“Yes. It was wonderful. He’s wonderful.”

Maggie watched Kayleen look at her fiancé. There was so much love between them. So much caring. She felt a flicker of envy deep inside. A strong desire to have the same for herself.

She tried to remember if she’d ever felt that kind of connection before. Had it existed with Jon? She realized she wasn’t sure. That their love had evolved slowly. How much of it had been proximity? Had they fallen in love because they’d both been together all the time?

She didn’t have an answer, but as she considered the question she realized she wasn’t sad. That thinking about Jon didn’t depress her anymore.

She probed more deliberately. Didn’t she miss him? Didn’t she want them to get back together?

The answer came quickly. No. She still liked him and admired him, but the longing was gone. Even the simple need to talk to him burned much more quietly.

She still felt regret for that last night together. She wasn’t sure how long it would take for the shame to ease. But except for that, she felt ready to put Jon behind her. She found herself genuinely happy that he’d found someone else and longed to do the same herself.

Involuntarily she found herself looking at Qadir. Was he the one?

That made her smile. Yes, the man was amazing and apparently had a direct and sexual line to her nervous system, but that didn’t mean they would have any kind of serious relationship. Ever. The prince and the car mechanic? Not likely.

“Qadir is very nice,” Kayleen said, her voice soft.

Maggie smiled. “He is. Not nearly as imperious as I would have imagined a prince to be.”

“I think he’s more low-key than the other brothers. Now Kateb is superintense. Have you met him?”

“No.”

“He lives in the desert. He just got back. I talked to him for a few minutes earlier today. Wow. Talk about dark and dangerous. I kept wanting to hide behind As’ad.”

“Why?”

“I can’t really explain it. There’s something about him that isn’t completely…tamed. Hmm, that’s the wrong word, but its the best one I can come up with.”

An untamed prince?

“The king is already asking about grandchildren,” As’ad said to Qadir.

Kayleen squeezed his hand. “But that’s the fun part.”

As’ad smiled at her. “You are too understanding. The king goes too far. We are not yet married.”

“You could just tell him we’re planning on having children fairly quickly. That would make him feel better.”

“I will not give him the satisfaction.”

Kayleen looked at Maggie. “See what I mean? Totally stubborn. How am I supposed to fight against that?”

“You are not,” As’ad told her. He looked at his brother. “You know, if your relationship gets serious, he will do the same to you. The man is never satisfied.”

Qadir reached for her hand. “Don’t get scared. I’ll protect you from the king.”

“I’m not worried,” Maggie told him. There was no way she and Qadir would ever be having the children discussion. She was here for a limited period of time. Sort of like the traveling theater. Not that she wouldn’t want children one day.

She and Jon had always assumed they would get married and have kids. They’d argued about the number. He wanted three. She kept pointing out that practically, an even number was better. Then he joked about eight and they would laugh.

Instinctively she braced herself for the pain from the memories, but there wasn’t any. She had truly moved on.