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The bomb wasn’t going to wait a decade. After avoiding each other for over two weeks, she and Zaid had managed to find a rhythm that involved not saying much to each other beyond what was absolutely necessary.
Sometimes it was hard and she wanted to play with him or tease and seduce him. But every time they came to the crucial moment when she’d have to follow through, Whisper backed down. Playing with him meant bonding with him, meant risking more of her heart that was already tugging her toward him.
He was a hard man, but not a hard man to care about. Whisper wasn’t sure she’d ever even cared for her brothers and cousins the way she found herself caring for her husband.
At dinners in Kitty’s or at home in the courtyard when the family were grilling, she liked his easy touches. None
