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  Love. Why did it always come back to that? As’ad walked to the window and stared out at the horizon.

  What did he wish?

  “I want her back,” he said quietly. “I want her here, with me. I want the girls to return. I want…”

  He wanted Kayleen smiling at him, laughing with him, close to him. He wanted to see her stomach swell with their baby, he wanted to ease her discomfort when she was sick. He wanted to see the girls grow and learn and prepare for college. He wanted to walk each of them down the aisle, only after terrifying any young man who would claim one of them as he had claimed Kayleen.

  What if Dana was in a love with a man who did not love her back? What would he do?

  Kill him, he told himself. He would kill the suitor in question, then take his daughter home where she belonged. He would insist she not be with anyone who did not love her desperately. Because that was what she deserved. What they all deserved. He could not let them go under any other circumstances.

  Didn’t Kayleen deserve the same?

  He already knew the answer. He believed it. But if it was true, then shouldn’t he let her go to find such a man?

  No!

  The roar came from deep within him. He faced his father. “No. She is to have no one but me. I am the one who first claimed her and I will not let her go.”

  His father sighed. “We have let go of the old ways. You will not be allowed to claim a bride who is not interested in marrying you.”

  “I will convince her.”

  “How?”

  “By giving her the one thing she wants.”

  The king looked doubtful. “Do you know what that is?”

  As’ad finally did. “Where is she?”

  Mukhtar hesitated. “I am not sure…”

  “I am. Where is she? I know she has not left the country. Lina told me. Where is she hiding?”

  And then he knew that, as well. “Never mind. I’ll find her myself.”

  Kayleen did her best to smile. The puppy was adorable, as was Pepper as the two of them tumbled together on the rug by the fire. Dana and Nadine were off with the older girls. Despite the sudden change from a palace to a desert camp, the sisters had adjusted well. They thought they were on a fun adventure.

  Kayleen wished she could share their excitement and flexibility. While she appreciated that Sharif and Zarina had taken them in, she longed to be back at the palace. While life under the stars offered a level of freedom she’d never experienced before, it was difficult to even breathe without thinking of As’ad.

  She ached for him every minute of every day. She knew she had to stay strong and she was determined not to give in to the need to see him, but there were times when the pain overwhelmed her.

  Zarina hadn’t asked any questions when Kayleen had shown up with the girls. Instead she’d offered a comfortable tent and acceptance by the villagers. But it was a temporary situation—in a few days the tribe would return to the desert and Kayleen would have to find temporary housing until she could leave El Deharia.

  Perhaps in the city somewhere. A small house. Lina had promised it would only take a couple of weeks for her paperwork to be pushed through the legal channels. There were advantages to a royal connection.

  Thank goodness As’ad hadn’t been interested in hurrying the adoption. If he had she wouldn’t have been able to leave. Royal children could not be taken from El Deharia without the royal parent’s permission.

  She touched her belly and remembered the last time they’d made love. If she was pregnant, she would be trapped forever. Imagine the irony if she at last had the baby she’d long desired.

  “I will not think of that,” she whispered to herself. “I will stay strong.”

  She might not know the future, but she was confident she could handle whatever life threw at her. She’d stood up for what she believed, she’d faced As’ad and turned down the half life he’d offered. She’d been willing to lose everything to gain her heart’s desire. There was some peace in knowing she’d been true to herself. Unfortunately peace did not seem to ease pain.

  She stood and walked to the fire, where tea always boiled. After pouring herself a mug she stared up at the clear sky. Only two days until Christmas. They would celebrate out here, under the stars, then return to the city.

  She turned back to the tent, only to stop when she saw a man riding toward the camp. For a moment her heart jumped in her chest, but then she realized he wore traditional clothes. One of the young men who came and went, she thought, looking away. Someone’s husband.

  Several of the tribespeople called out to each other. Kayleen tried to figure out what they were saying, but they were speaking quickly, yelling and pointing. Was there a problem?

  Then she looked back at the man and recognized him. As’ad. But he was unlike she’d ever seen him before. He looked determined, primal. This was no prince in a suit—this was a sheik.

  She stood her ground, reminding herself she had nothing to fear. He couldn’t hurt her worse than he had when he’d admitted he didn’t love her and that her love for him was a well-timed convenience. She shook out her long hair, then raised her chin. Pride and determination stiffened her spine. She didn’t move, not even when he rode his horse right up to her.

  Their eyes locked. She had no idea what he was thinking. Despite everything, she was happy to see him, happy to drink in the male beauty of his hard features. She wanted to touch him and kiss him and give herself to him. So much for being strong.

  “I have claimed you,” he told her sternly. “You cannot escape me.”

  “You can’t hold me against my will. I’m not your prisoner.”

  He dismounted and handed the horse off to one of the young boys who had run up. Then he stalked over to her.

  “You’re right, my heart. I am yours.”

  She blinked. What had he called her? And what did he mean that he was her prisoner? What?

  He touched her face with his fingertips. “I have missed you. Every second of every day since you left me has been empty and dark.”

  She swallowed. “I don’t understand.”

  “Nor do I. My course was set—the plan clear. I would marry appropriately, father sons, perhaps a daughter or two, serve my people and live my life. It was arranged. It was my destiny. Then one day, I met a woman who leads with her heart, who is fearless and giving and kind and who bewitched me.”

  She couldn’t breathe, but that didn’t seem to be such a big deal. This was all good, right? He was saying good things. Maybe, just maybe, she could hope.

  “Kayleen, I was wrong,” he told her. “Wrong to think I knew so much more, that I was in charge. You swept into my life and nothing was the same. It was better—so much better. I miss you desperately. You and the girls. I need to see you smile every day. All of you. I need to hear your voices, your laughter. You cannot take my daughters from me and you cannot take yourself.”

  She ached for him. Giving in seemed the only option. But how could she?

  “I won’t live in a loveless marriage,” she told him, fighting tears, fighting the need to surrender. “I deserve more.”

  “Yes, you do. I was wrong to suggest such a thing before. You deserve to be loved, to be worshiped. To be the best part of your husband’s life.”

  He took her hands in his and kissed her knuckles, then turned her wrists and kissed her palms.

  “Let me be that man,” he said quietly. “Let me show you all the ways I love you. Let me prove myself again and again, then, when you are sure, continue to test me.” He stared into her eyes. “I will not fail, my heart. I will never fail. Because I love you. Only you. I did not think it was possible, yet here I stand. Humbled. Needing. In love. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me? To give me another chance?”

  “Say yes.”

  The words were whispered from behind her. She sensed all three of the girls standing there, willing her to give As’ad the second chance he asked for.

  “Yes,” she whispered, t
hen threw herself into his arms.

  He caught her and pulled her close, saying her name over and over, then kissed her and held her as if he would never let her go.

  He felt so right, next to her, she thought, nearly bursting with happiness. Then there were more arms and he pulled back only to let the girls into their circle of love.

  He picked up Pepper and put his arm around Nadine. Kayleen pulled Dana against her and they held on to each other…a family at last.

  “I’m so happy,” Kayleen told him.

  “As am I. Perhaps not as quick a learner as you would like.”

  “You figured it out.”

  “Only because you had the strength to leave me. You will always do the right thing, won’t you?”

  “I’ll try.”

  He kissed her again, then frowned. “Why do you cry?”

  “I’m not.”

  She touched her cheek and felt wetness. But it was cold, not warm and wasn’t a tear.

  Pepper shrieked. “It’s snowing. As’ad, you brought the snow machine to the desert!”

  “I did not. There is no way to power it out here.”

  Kayleen looked up. Snow fell from a clear sky. Perfect snow. Miracle snow. Christmas snow.

  He set Pepper on the ground. She joined her sisters and the other children, running around, trying to catch snowflakes in their hands and on their tongues. As’ad pulled Kayleen close.

  “You must promise to never leave me again,” he said. “I would not survive it.”

  “As you will never leave me.”

  He laughed. “Where else would I want to be? I have you.”

  “For always,” she told him.

  “Yes,” he promised. “For always.”

  Love burned hot and bright in his eyes. Love that filled the empty space inside of her and told her she had finally, finally found her way home.

  ISBN: 978-1-4268-0823-4

  THE SHEIK AND THE CHRISTMAS BRIDE

  Copyright © 2007 by Susan Macias Redmond

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