The Sheikh's Desert Bride (Qazhar Sheikhs Series Book 8) - Plot & Excerpts
Over Raz's shoulder, Azim could see the palace, perched high up on the edge of the cliff. They'd come down from the palace to where Raz kept his boat moored. Azim glanced at the shape of the large white yacht, expensive and luxurious, tied up alongside them. It was big enough for a dozen people and he was sure Raz put it to good use. The way Azim felt right now, he could understand the appeal of getting away from everything by heading out to sea. The early evening light was soft, and the cooling breeze from the sea went some way to calming Azim's nerves. Azim shook his head and plunged his hands into the pockets of the fresh pair of pants. "I don't know what I'm doing, Raz," Azim said. "Lucy?" Raz asked simply. Azim looked up at his friend. "Is it that obvious?" Raz grinned. "Yeah. It isn't just me who's noticed. Ella said a few things to me." "Like what?" Raz shrugged. "What you'd expect from a woman like Ella. Sometimes I think she can read minds. She thinks you and Lucy are good for each other." Azim's brows rose.
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