CHAPTER 22
LAUGH OR CRY? I had to do one or the other, stuck in hell with the one man who made my breath hitch and my heart beat faster. He’d have made my palms sweat too, if my entire body wasn’t dripping already from the oppressive heat. I tried to collect my thoughts, which had scattered the second I saw Jed with that girl in his arms. Who was she, anyway?
A lady came into the room, dressed in a traditional black abaya with a scarf covering her head. She carried a tray and began transferring the dishes from it onto the table. Bread, houmous, some kind of stew served with rice, a plate of dried fruits and nuts. She didn’t say a word, but when I caught her eye, she gave me a toothless smile.
After she bustled out, I slid an empty plate over and helped myself to bread and stew, happy to
