Bikaner, India
Day Three
Rey and Jane sat at a sturdy wooden table on the back deck of a local Rajasthani-themed restaurant, which overlooked the Junagarh Fort. Nearby, seven musicians in white robes and red turbans played folk music on long-necked string instruments next to a decorative pond. Torches lit the air and portable propane heaters warmed the cool night. The environment felt romantic and the tone of their conversation was comfortable.
“Our flight leaves in three hours?” Jane asked.
Rey checked his phone. “That’s right. We arrive in Cairo early to chase the cobra tattoo lead.” Wondering about the reaction she’d had to seeing it earlier, he looked at the dessert menu and considered when to ask her about it. “Want to try the ghevar?”
ghevar“I’d love to.” Jane touched his arm. “
