Yet disappointment didn’t explain the curling awareness in the pit of her stomach, nor the tingle of heat between her shoulder blades where his gaze rested as she led the way down the path beside the wide sweep of lawn. They stopped at a model of a spiral blade for a flying machine, big enough for a person to stand beneath and turn the handle to make it rotate. ‘It’s more elegant than the modern design.’ She tried hard to focus on the model rather than the man beside her. Her nostrils twitched appreciatively at the scent of his warm skin with a hint of desert spice. She’d carried that scent on her own skin after wearing his jacket. It disturbed her how much she relished it. ‘Personally I don’t care how it looks,’ he drawled. ‘So long as it keeps me in the air. I’d rather a modern chopper that works than one that looks elegant.’ Soraya huffed with amusement and looked up at the sail turning above her head. She didn’t want to relax with Zahir, for there was an undercurrent between them that unsettled her.
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