Anyway, Amaal wasn’t one of the killer djinn. He’d told her so, and she had to believe him. If he’d been that bloodthirsty, she doubted he could be so tender, so compassionate toward her, and she doubted he would have been as solicitous of Sasha’s needs, either. In fact, even as Deirdre watched, he bent down and fed the dog the last bite of his sausage.
No, Amaal definitely wasn’t a killer. So how could she look on him as anything except a friend…and probably soon a lover?
Pushing that thought aside, she said, “We’ll need some better gear if we’re going snowmobiling, though. It’s cold out there.”
He smiled at her. “You know that isn’t a problem for me.”
Of course it wasn’t. He could snap his fingers and summon them boots, gloves, down-filled jumpsuits, whatever they needed.
“All right
