“I don’t want you to say anything to the king,” she said without looking at him.
“I don’t have a choice.”
That got her attention. She spun toward him. “Why? It doesn’t matter. He already has one daughter…he doesn’t need another one. Besides, I don’t think I’d be a very good princess.”
“You’d be fine.”
Rafe shifted uneasily. He didn’t like emotional confrontations with women who looked as if they might start to cry.
She swallowed. “You think maybe he’s really…” Her voice trailed off as she gestured to the letters he still held in his hand.
He knew what she was asking. “Yes, Zara. I think he could be your father.”
She turned her attention back to the city. “I didn’t think it would be like this,” she said quietly. “All my life I’ve wanted to belong to a real family. To have relatives and roots. But not here—with royalty. I wanted some normal, American family. You know the kind with a bunch of kids and maybe one or two eccentric relatives.”
She had a perfect profile. His gaze lingered on the gentle curve of her mouth and the length of her neck. Something flickered inside. Something that had nothing to do with his gut instincts and everything to do with being a man.
A faint breeze stirred, bringing with it the scent of her. A scent he remembered from when he’d attacked her. Even as he’d pulled a gun and prepared to defend the royal house of Bahania, he’d been aware of her feminine fragrance, not to mention her body beneath his.
She looked at him. “What if I can’t do this?”
There were questions in her brown eyes. Questions and pain.
“I could act as intermediary,” he found himself saying. “I could take the letters and the ring to the king privately. You wouldn’t have to be there, and no one else would have to know.”
She bit her lower lip. “Once you begin, there’s no turning back. I don’t like that.”
“You wouldn’t have come here if you hadn’t wanted this,” he reminded her. “You’re the one who started this in motion by going to the palace.”
“But wanting and getting are too different things. Maybe Cleo and I should just disappear.”
“If you do, you’ll spend the rest of your life wondering what would have happened.”
“Maybe that doesn’t sound so bad.” Zara hesitated, then nodded. “You’re right. I’m here. I want to know the truth. If you wouldn’t mind taking the letters to the king, that would be great. I’m not feeling brave enough to be rejected in person. Not that I could get in to see the king.”
Rafe didn’t know how the king was going to react, but he was fairly certain Hassan was Zara’s father. Which could create many complications.
She headed toward the room. “You should probably take the ring, too.”
She was so damn trusting. “How do you know I’ll return it?”
She stopped to stare at him. “Why would you keep it?”
He groaned. “You have no business traveling on your own.”
“I’m not. I’m with my sister.”
“The blind leading the blind.”
She drew herself up to her full height and glared at him. As he was six foot three, the top of her head barely grazed his chin. He wasn’t impressed by her erect posture or the fire spitting from her eyes.
“Cleo and I have done perfectly well without your help.”
“I can see that. Getting attacked at the palace was part of your plan all along, right?”
“That was your fault, not mine.”
“In a situation like this you have to be prepared for the unexpected.” Although she’d certainly caught him off guard.
Zara’s temper faded. “Do I really look like her?”
“Enough to fool a new guard.”
“But not you.”
“No.” He shifted from foot to foot. “I’m sorry I attacked you.”
“It’s all right. You thought there was a threat.”
Looking at her now he didn’t see how that was possible, but that was what he’d assumed.
She pushed up her glasses. “Do you think there’s really a chance I’m the king’s daughter?”
“What do you know about your name?” he asked instead of answering her question.
“Nothing. I mean I know it’s unusual, but if you’d ever met my mother, you wouldn’t be surprised. She wasn’t exactly the most conventional person on the planet.”
“Zara was King Hassan’s mother’s name.”
Zara shivered, as if she were suddenly cold. Rafe didn’t blame her. She might have come to Bahania looking for her father, but she was about to get a whole lot more than she’d bargained for.
Zara paced restlessly after Rafe left. “He said he’d call as soon as he saw the king,” she said, more to herself than to Cleo, who was still reading her magazine. “He said he could get in to see him this afternoon. What kind of man can just waltz in and see the king?”
“A man with connections,” Cleo said, then grinned at her. “Honey, you’re taking this way too hard. What’s the worst that can happen? You’ll turn out not to be Hassan’s daughter. Then we can enjoy the rest of our vacation and head home.”
Zara supposed it was just that simple, although there was a part of her that hated the idea of being fatherless again. Not that she wanted a king for her father.
“I didn’t think it would be so complicated,” she admitted, more to herself than to Cleo.
“It’s not so complicated. Nothing’s changed.”
Zara sank onto her bed and shook her head. Things had changed the second Rafe Stryker had tossed her to the ground. Not only was she seeing their position from someone else’s point of view, she couldn’t stop thinking about his incredible blue eyes and how her insides quivered when she was close to him.
“Who do you think he is?” she asked. “Rafe was dressed like a sheik, but he’s obviously American.”
“What does it matter, as long as he can do what he says.” Cleo tossed the magazine aside and rolled toward her. “Forget about him. Think about the palace instead. Wouldn’t it be great to live there? It was so beautiful.”
“It was big and scary,” Zara said.
Cleo sighed. “What am I going to do with you? This is a fabulous opportunity and you’re going to blow it by getting cold feet. We’re talking princess, Zara. You could be an honest-to-goodness princess. That doesn’t happen to people like us. It wasn’t that long ago that money was so tight we could only afford day-old bread.”
“I know.”
“You could be rich.”
“I don’t want to be rich—I want to belong. I want roots and relatives and a history.”
“You could have all of that and a tiara, too.”
Zara laughed. “Is that all you can think about?”
Cleo grinned. “Diamonds have a way of getting my attention.”
“You