ALEXANDRA SELLERS – Sheikh's Woman (страница 8)

She could remember that as if it were yesterday.

Of the two years that had followed that night there was still absolutely nothing in her memory. Not one image had surfaced overnight to flesh out the bare outline Ishaq Ahmadi had given of her life since.

When she tried to make sense of it all, her head pounded unmercifully. The whole thing made her feel eerie, creepy.

Last night’s dream surfaced cloudily in her mind. She had the feeling that the man on the black horse was Ishaq Ahmadi.

She wondered if that held some clue about her first meeting with him. Had she seen him from a distance and fallen in love with him?

That she could believe. If ever there was a man you could take one look at and know you’d met your destiny, Ishaq Ahmadi was it. But he was definitely keeping something from her. If once they had loved each other, and she certainly accepted that, there was a problem now. It was in his eyes every time he looked at her. His look said she was a criminal—attractive and desirable, perhaps, but not in the least to be trusted.

Anna winced as she absently scrubbed a sore spot. The accident must have been real enough. Her body seemed to be one massive bruise now, and she ached as if she had been beaten with a bat.

That thought stilled her for a moment. Panic whispered along her nerves. Suppose a man had beaten his pregnant, runaway wife and wanted to avoid the consequences…

Anna reminded herself suddenly that they would be landing soon and turned off the water. In the bedroom mirror she stared at herself. She was still too thin, just as she had been after losing her baby two years ago. There were dark circles under her eyes to match the bruising on her body.

She had a tendency to lose weight with unhappiness. Anna sighed. By the look of her, she had been deeply unhappy recently, as unhappy as when she had lost Jonathan’s baby. But the question was—had she lost the weight before she left Ishaq, or after?

Her clothes were lying on the neatly made bed. The shirt had been mended, the suede pants neatly brushed. Anna’s breath hissed between her teeth. It’s terrific, Anna. Stop dithering and buy it!

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