She bit her lip and tried to suppress a smile. “You're right about us, of course, and you've brought me more happiness than this child of Allah deserves.” She sighed and slid over on the couch beside him. “I wish it could wait.”
He held her to him, enjoying the scent of her hair. “A few minutes in your paradise, and then we can talk.” He wrapped her tiny body in his arms, and although she accepted his embrace, he could tell she was preoccupied.
She pulled away. “I'm sorry.” Her face took on a pout.
“It's all right. What is it? Where'd you go today?”
“I was right.”
Orchestration, he thought, sighing. “You were,” he said. “Viraj was waiting at the door for me, begging my forgiveness.”
“So you believe me?”
“Of course, I do.”
She heaved a huge sigh and leaned right back into his embrac
