“Well, then.” He waved a hand, and her plate disappeared, as did his. The wine glasses, however remained. Luckily, Omar seemed more interested in filling his own glass than attending to hers, although possibly that was because she still had barely touched the glass. “Let us go out and watch the last of the sunset, shall we?”
Leila didn’t know whether that was a particularly good idea, but she also guessed that any demurrals would be met with some hostility…and possibly suspicion. “Sure,” she said. “As long as you think it won’t be too cold.”
Another negligent wave of his hand, and this time a soft, warm pashmina shawl in a dark red shade to match her skirt appeared, wrapping itself around her shoulders. She couldn’t help startling a bit, but then she laughed.
“Well, that’s handy,” she r
