6
LYNNE
I was waiting for Connor in the lobby when I was approached by a well-dressed, middle-aged Egyptian man unwilling to take no for an answer. I tried to ignore him, but when that didn’t work, I took a firm stance. “La-a,” I kept repeating, to no avail.
“Imshee!”
I turned to see Connor coming toward me. “Sorry I’m late, darling—the overseas telephone service is deplorable,” he said, slipping an arm around my waist. What was he doing? He kissed me deeply, taking me completely by surprise. I couldn’t say anything, couldn’t pull away with the other man watching us. Was Connor out of his mind?
Finally, the man turned and left us alone. Connor released me, smiling. “Think he got the message?”
“I’m sure he did,” I said, “but you goofed. Big time.”
“How?”
“You’ve mastered the languag
