Rashid
The call from the downstairs concierge came far too early.
It had been nearly the crack of dawn before I'd been able to settle down and fall asleep after spending the hours after being dropped off pacing around my suite and trying to come to terms with how different—and yet similar—talking to Lyla had been.
No longer was she the naive and shy woman I'd known back in Dubai. She had blossomed into a woman, capable of taking care of herself and her future baby that seemed far too close to already being here.
I'd kicked myself over and over again the moment I'd gotten into that car and driven toward the hotel for not asking her how far along she was. It wasn't that I was dying to know about her current relationship with the man that I assumed was her boyfriend from the restaurant.
