To Wed a Sheikh. Teresa Southwick

make it so. Ask of me anything.”

      “I want Ali to move into the palace and be with me until my baby is born.”

      Anything but that.

      Chapter Two

      Stay in the palace?

      Ali hadn’t seen that one coming. Stupid, but true. She sank into the cushy plushness of the semicircular white sofa and thought, there were adventures. And there were adventures. It’s why she’d come to El Zafir in the first place.

      It’s also why she’d agreed to accompany the doctor on this house call—or should she say palace call. The chance to have a gander at the inside of the royal palace was irresistible. But staying there 24–7? A girl from the wrong side of the tracks in Nowhere, Texas? That could be pushing the adventure envelope too far. She’d feel like a guppy in a garden chair.

      Kamal’s gaze gave no hint of his reaction to the request as he studied her. Then he looked at his sister who sat beside him. He took her hand protectively into his own.

      “Johara, is that really necessary? The palace physician is here and—”

      “He is not an obstetrician.”

      “Neither is Ali,” he pointed out.

      “But she works with my doctor. She understands these things and I feel comfortable with her.”

      “You wound me, little one. I am your brother. I wish to be here for you and I thought you were untroubled in my presence. Am I—what is that American saying?”

      “Chopped liver,” Ali supplied.

      “Exactly. Am I chopped liver?”

      “You are a man, Kamal.”

      Same thing, Ali thought. When he frowned, she was afraid she’d either voiced her opinion or he’d read her mind. Either way she would be toast. But he didn’t say anything.

      The princess rested her head on his shoulder in a conciliatory gesture. “I do not wish to offend you. But at a time like this, a woman wants another woman with her.”

      “You have Penny and Crystal,” he said. “I’m certain it would make them happy to be available to you.”

      She shook her head. “They are newly married and they do not have medical training. Besides, I do not wish to intrude on their happiness.”

      “They are married to your brothers who are as concerned for your welfare as I.”

      “I do not wish to take my brothers’ wives from them at a time when their focus should be on starting their new lives. And families.”

      Ali watched the exchange between brother and sister. The crown prince’s reaction was very interesting. Until this moment, she hadn’t thought royalty could sweat or squirm. Unless she missed her guess, he was darn close to doing both. But what was the problem? Maybe it had something to do with that invisible line between royalty and commoners. He was cordial and polite, but he wanted her at a distance.

      Ali held up her hand. “Excuse me, but—”

      “Might I suggest Aunt Farrah?” He dropped a quick kiss on the top of Johara’s dark head. “She is a single woman and has been like a mother to you since you lost your own.”

      “Our aunt has indeed been very good to me. But she has no personal or practical knowledge to offer on the subject of childbearing,” Johara protested. “As you said, she’s never had a baby.”

      “Nor has Ali,” he said, his gaze sliding to hers.

      Now she was starting to squirm. It might be a stretch for royalty, but peasants like herself had a great deal of experience in the art of sweating and squirming. How could she diplomatically excuse herself so brother and sister could discuss this privately? She didn’t relish being on the spot and talked about as if she wasn’t there.

      Johara turned her big, black eyes on her brother. “As we also said, Ali is a nurse trained in labor and delivery. She’s been present in that capacity at many births. She has experience. Her presence in the palace at night will calm my nerves. And the doctor said I should remain calm. Why are you hesitating, Kamal?”

      A good question. Ali was wondering the same thing. He met her gaze but his own was unreadable.

      “Ali has come halfway around the world and is settled in the American compound,” he said. “It would be presumptuous to ask her to disrupt her life once again. Besides, the palace is farther from the hospital.”

      “Five minutes away,” Johara protested. “Ten at the most.”

      Just what Ali was going to say.

      “This could be an unpardonable imposition, little sister. It is not as if you have no one else to turn to.”

      “It can’t hurt to ask her.”

      He leaned down and kissed his sister’s cheek. “I think you should get some rest. You look fatigued.”

      “I am a little tired,” she agreed.

      “I will handle this,” he said. “Go and lie down. Never fear. You will come to no harm. I will see to it.”

      She nodded. “Ali, thank you for staying with me. I appreciate it very much.”

      “You’re welcome.”

      When his sister was gone, Kamal stood and walked to the other side of the glass-topped coffee table. “I apologize if my sister’s request has made you uncomfortable.”

      It wasn’t the request, but his attitude that made her ill at ease. But probably it wasn’t appropriate to say that to a prince. Especially the prince whose pet project was the hospital where she worked. If he wanted to throw his royal weight around and fire her, who would tell him he couldn’t do it?

      Her world wouldn’t come to an end if she lost her job, but it would put a serious speed bump in the path of solidifying her future. And what other position would afford her the adventure opportunity of a lifetime? She should let His Royal Snootiness off the hook and say thanks, but no thanks. Except she had a perverse impulse to not make it easy on him.

      “Your sister has nothing to apologize for.”

      One dark eyebrow rose. “Meaning I have done something which requires an apology?”

      She decided not to answer that directly. “Princess Johara is young, pregnant and scared. She merely said she wanted me to stay with her. That in no way made me uncomfortable. It was your reaction that puzzles me. Why don’t you want me here?”

      “I have no feelings one way or the other. I was merely attempting to let my sister know that it is thoughtless to turn other people’s lives upside down at her whim. Some are intimidated and do not realize it is permissible to refuse a request from a member of the royal family.”

      “Don’t worry about me. I’m not intimidated,” she lied. “I can stand up for myself and say no.”

      “Then I will tell her that you are unable to accept her invitation to live here in the palace until her baby is born.” His tone was rife with male satisfaction and it bugged her.

      “That’s not what I meant. I am able to accept. I’m just not certain I want to.” She had the satisfaction of surprising him. It was written all over his handsome face.

      “Is that so?”

      “You’ve presumed to know what I would do.” What happened to her polite thanks, but no thanks? Where was this spine of steel coming from? From his mightier-than-thou attitude, that’s where, she thought. “If you want to know my answer, try asking me.”

      By gum, if she wanted to stay in the royal palace with his sister, she would do it.

      His dark eyebrows rose and he straightened to his full height, planting his feet just a little wider apart. He reminded