DON’T worry, I put on lots of sunscreen.”
Kayan turned and saw Primrose walk into the mansion entryway. One pale shoulder was revealed in its entirety, the other covered with a gauzy swath of beaded fabric in a deep red that complemented her ivory skin and raven hair.
Her arms had been inked with pale, rust-colored henna, her hands and palms too, decorated with winding vines and flowers, traditional for a Arabian bride. It looked so exotic on her, even to him. Even when he had seen it done on many women before her, on her it seemed unique, special.
“I hope you did,” he said. With her arms and shoulders on display she would need protection against the hot sun. “I hope you had it on that day at the Oasis.”
She blushed slightly and, for a moment, he was amused that she could still blush.
