CHAPTER 16
WHEN I TOLD Adam about Kat’s invitation the next day, for dinner and a movie, he was more nervous than I thought he’d be.
“Kat won’t bite. Just be yourself.”
“It’s not that, it’s just…never mind. Of course we can go. It’s kind of her to invite us.”
“Awesome. My two favourite people in Fidda Hilal at the same table.”
“Kat and Mo?”
“Kat and you, you dope.”
I was starting to get used to it now, but that smile still made my heart skip.
“Glad that was your answer. So, what do you want to do for the rest of the day? I picked up a brochure from the tour company in reception.”
I flicked through it. Trips to Petra and St. Katherine’s monastery, horse riding, camel trekking, dinner in the desert at a Bedouin village…
“These all look great, but we’d need to book them in advance.
