Desert Justice. Valerie Parv

alongside her on the sofa before she could react. “We both know there is. The kind of connection between us is rare, and not to be denied.”

      “Perhaps in your culture, Your Highness.”

      “In any culture. I notice you use my title when you want to create a barrier between us.”

      Whatever worked, she thought, all too afraid that nothing would. He wasn’t touching her or making any move to do so, but she felt his nearness in every fiber of her being. And wanted more, pity help her.