She appreciated his effort to steer the conversation away from her sad reality. Liking the direction his thoughts were headed, she tagged along. “Sounds like you have specific plans.”
“Kind of,” he murmured, snaking his mouth closer to her forehead.
“Tell me.”
“I want to sponsor a couple of annual events in Houston.”
His breath ruffled her eyelashes. Pleased with that particular sense of intimacy, she dropped her eyelids. “Cultural events?”
“A Palestinian cultural festival takes place . . . every spring. It gives folks a chance to enjoy music and food, and discuss books. Things like that.”
“Do women wear traditional dresses?” Petra asked, nudging him to keep him talking. He seemed reluctant. Or could he be falling asleep?
“The embroidery stuff?” Sami said through half a yawn. “Sure,
