Still Loving You

Jo took the situation in at a glance. Khalid and Saleh were tied up in one corner and LeClair and Claudia were laying on the bed. Jo mentally promised herself never to sleep in that bed again, as she let out a war cry and attacked LeClair. The man jumped up and grabbed for a pistol, but she knocked it away from his hand. He then grabbed Khalid’s scimitar and swung it at her. She parried the blow and returned one, managing to slice his arm. He howled in pain and came rushing at her. She was trying to force him back when he got in a lucky blow and her scimitar went flying. He lunged for her, and she went in under his arm and thrust her dagger in his heart. He had a surprised look on his face as he fell, and she almost laughed. His blood ran off her fingers, dripping on the carpet.

When she turned around, she met Khalid’s shocked gaze as his mother cut his and Saleh’s bonds. She saw that Sahar and Yusuf were fighting off two of LeClair’s men that had come into the tent. Wait! Where was that bitch, Claudia?

Sahar knocked out her opponent just as Yusuf disarmed his man and held him at sword point.

“Abu, Abu, help me!” Rafiq staggered into the tent, his hand pressed against his stomach, blood pouring from between his fingers.

Jo was the first one to reach him and he whispered in her ear, his breath coming in gasps.

“Tell Abu I’m sorry for bringing this down on our people, I thought it was right. I called Claudia, she was kind to us when Abu lived with her. I…I didn’t….want you here to take my mother’s place, but I was wrong. She ..is evil. I tried to stop her from killing your dog, but she turned on me, too. Johara, ya Ume, I am so sorry.” Jo hugged him to her and cried. She felt something in his hand, a small radio. She took it and put it in her pocket.

“Laa (no)! Rafiq, who has done this?” Khalid ran to him and took him from Jo. Rafiq turned to his father with his last breath.

“Abu, I love you, forgive me.” Khalid burst into tears, rocking his son, his heart breaking.

“Ana Ahibuk ya ibney (I love you my son).” Suddenly, Jo heard Saleh cry out.

“Umm al abb (grandmother), behind you!” The warning was just in time. Jo turned to see Claudia with a dagger, heading for Fatinah. Jo swung around and intercepted her. She took a leaf out of Sahar’s book and crouched, kicked out and got the Frenchwoman right in the nose. She dropped like a sack of potatoes and lay still.

“Kelbe (bitch)!” Jo spat on Claudia, and turned to leave the tent.

Yusuf checked that Fatinah was all right, and they went to their son, grieving with him, trying to comfort him. He finally stood and walked out of the tent with his son’s body in his arms.

“Who did this?” he cried. “Who brought this man down on us?”

Saleh had followed him and started to speak, but Jo forestalled him. She looked in Khalid’s eyes and lied to him to keep the memories of his son unsullied. She was leaving anyway, so it didn’t matter what Khalid thought of her.

“I did, I wanted it over. I couldn’t stand to live like this anymore, waiting for them to come after me. I called Claudia to tell her to come and get you if she wanted you.” Khalid stared at her in disbelief, staring at the radio she held up in her hand.

“You what? How could you do this to me, to our people, your people? I thought you were happy here. I loved you and I thought you loved me.” He stared at her, still unable to grasp what she had told him. His mind cleared and he knew what had happened. “How could you think I’d want that bitch back? No wonder you changed, it’s all clear now. What did they promise you? Money?” He turned away, then whipped around to face her again. His brown eyes were flat and cold when they looked at her.

“You have killed my son by your actions! Too bad you forgot yourself and saved my mother, you could have hurt my family even more. Now get out of my sight. I never want to see your face or hear your name spoken again in my presence.” He walked away, leaving Jo and the others, not caring where he went.

Jo turned to Saleh, tears coursing down her cheeks, and led him off to the side. She told him what Rafiq had said to her and asked him for a promise.

“Not a word to him, Saleh, swear to me. He must never know that it was Rafiq that betrayed him. It would kill him. I was going to leave anyway, I know he was having second thoughts about our marriage, so I planned to go when this was all over. Remember, I love you, my dears.” Her glance included Sahar and her in- laws. “And if any of you need me, just call. I can’t stay where I’m so obviously not wanted, even though it feels like losing my home.” She held Saleh close for a moment and then she went to say goodbye to the others.

“Johara, will you come to see me in Pakistan? I will be going back this week, I dare not stay any longer this trip.” Sahar’s beautiful green eyes filled with tears as she thought of leaving Saleh, and Jo hugged her fiercely.

“You bet I will, as soon as I get my affairs in order. Just give me a phone number and I’ll be in touch.”

Fatinah looked closely at her, noticing the thinness in her face and the new lines around her eyes.

“Johara, what is it you’re not telling us? I know you and you would not do this. My son will realize that too after he has thought about it. Tell us.” Yusuf pulled Jo in for a warm hug and looked at her expectantly.

“Tell us, my dear, what are you hiding?” Jo shook her head sadly.

“Nothing. I am hiding nothing for you to be concerned about. Please take care of Khalid for me; he is my heart, even though he doesn’t want me anymore. And remember that Rafiq was a good man, like his father. I’m so sorry this had to happen to him. Tell the authorities I’ll be at the Ramses Hilton. I’m sure they’ll want to know, seeing as I killed……” Jo turned white, ran to the side of the field and threw up. She stood trembling, reaction to what she had done setting in. She looked at her hands, LeClair’s and Rafiq’s blood covering them. She tried to scrub it off with sand, and gave up. She saw Khalid motion to one of his men to pick up Snoopy’s body, and then he walked away. Jo turned, mounted her horse and followed Amina back to the village. She packed quickly, throwing clothes into a bag. At the last moment, she grabbed the picture of Khalid and his sons, hoping he would just think he had misplaced it. She needed something of him to take with her. She left the village, not looking back.

Once again, there was an inquiry, this time into two deaths, LeClair’s and Rafiq’s. Claudia admitted to stabbing the boy and was sentenced to life in prison. Jo was cleared of LeClair’s murder when the witnesses testified that she was defending herself from him.

Surprisingly, in light of his last words to her, Khalid was present at the inquest. Looking at her husband while she testified was the hardest thing she had ever done. He looked devastating in his black suit and crisp shirt. She could have sworn it was even the same tie he had been wearing at the airport the day they met. His long black hair, with even more grey running through it, was pulled back in a ponytail, and her fingers itched to free it and plunge into it. She clenched her hands into fists, afraid they would carry out the actions she was thinking of. His face was pale beneath the desert tan, and he had circles under his brown eyes. He slumped in the chair, looking very tired and sad, and her heart ached to comfort him. As she answered the coroner’s questions, he stared at her, his gaze unblinking. She left the courtroom after the coroner’s decision and as she passed him, he said, “So, not guilty of murder, huh?” She kept walking, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing how much he hurt her. As she left the courthouse, she kept reminding herself of what he had done to her.

While she waited for the final legalities to be finished, she stayed in her room, not going anywhere, afraid she would meet Khalid near the museum, which was directly across the street from her hotel. She ordered from room service infrequently, her appetite almost non-existent. If she did fall asleep at night, she inevitably woke from a nightmare, seeing LeClair’s face, feeling his blood pouring out onto her hands. She had kept Khalid’s T-shirt that she had been wearing the day before the raid and kept it close to her for comfort, holding it close to her while she tried to sleep.

She sat at the window all day, every day, trying to catch a glimpse of him going in or out to see Rashid at the museum across the street. Early one morning, she was keeping her vigil, when a Hummer pulled up outside the museum. Khalid stepped out, his black hair shining like a raven’s wing in the sunlight, dressed in jeans and a familiar tie-dyed T-shirt. It was the other one she had bought him. He had on a pair of dark glasses and walked with his head down, his hands in his pockets. Her heart slammed in her chest; her mouth was dry. She stood and drank in the sight of him, afraid to even blink, worried she might miss a microsecond of seeing him. She unconsciously raised the T-shirt to her face and inhaled, her eyes filling with tears. He stopped short on the sidewalk, took off his sunglasses, and stared directly up at her window, as if he could see through the curtains. She shrank back, unwilling to show herself to this man who now hated her. He turned to walk into the museum and Jo’s knees gave out and she sank to the floor.

Khalid walked into the museum, trying to figure out what had made him look up at the hotel at that moment. He had felt a pull, like a string was tied to his heart and someone had plucked it. A small ache still remained, even though he was out of sight of the hotel. Just seeing the building she was in pained him. How could she do that to him, to Rafiq? He could not seem to get his brain to accept that she was so treacherous.

“Khalid, how are you, my cousin? How are your mother and father, and Saleh?” Rashid put his hand on Khalid’s shoulder, steering him into the office. Khalid sat down and leaned forward, his head in his hands.

“Khalid? What is it? Are they all right?” His cousin raised his head, his eyes tortured.

“Rashid, how could she do it? Could I have been so wrong about the kind of person she is? Allah, help me, I still love her, even knowing what she did. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, all I can see is her looking me straight in the eye, telling me she had betrayed me. I keep hoping I’ll wake up from this nightmare someday and I’ll be laying next to her, holding her, seeing her smile at me.” He broke down, sobs racking his body, his feelings of betrayal and loss overwhelming him. His grief over the loss of his child, coupled with Jo’s deception, finally caught up with him. Rashid stood by him, lending his support, his heart breaking for Khalid, not knowing how to comfort him.

“Ah, Rashid, I’m sorry to put all this on you, forgive me.” Khalid rubbed his hands over his tear-streaked face, stood up and walked to the window facing the hotel.

“Have you seen her? Is she enjoying her freedom?”

“She has never left the hotel while I have been watching, Khalid.” Rashid walked around his desk and sat down.

“Is it possible she lied to you, that she told you she did it to protect someone else, on of your people?” Khalid spun around, shaking his head.

“Who would do that, though? No one else had the means. You saw the radio she had. I have to go, I need to make arrangements to fly to Paris tomorrow.” He strode out, determined to get his life back on track, knowing in his heart it would never be the same without his Johara in it. But, his Johara no longer existed, maybe never had. He got into the Hummer, feeling that tug again from the vicinity of the hotel, and drove to the airport.

Jo was watching Khalid come out of the museum when the phone rang. She waited until she saw him drive away, then picked it up.

“Hello? Yes, this is she.” She listened to the other person speak and sank down on the bed. “Thank you.”

She was free to go, nothing was holding her in Egypt anymore, except her heart, which would never leave this country she had learned to love. She called the airport and booked a flight to Paris, wanting to go somewhere that might take her mind off of Khalid, if that was possible. She called the front desk to tell them she would be checking out in the morning and then called Saleh at the village to tell him she was leaving.

Saleh hung up the phone and turned to his grandmother.

“That was Johara, she is leaving tomorrow for Paris. All the legal matters are settled.” He walked over and sat next to Fatinah on the couch, unable to keep quiet about the truth anymore. He consoled himself with the thought that he promised not to tell his father, not anyone else.

“I have to tell someone, Umm al abb, and I promised not to tell Abu. It was not Johara who betrayed him and our people, it was Rafiq.” His grandmother gasped, able now to understand why Johara wouldn’t tell them the truth. “Johara took the blame so that Abu would not know what his son did. I caught him with the radio that morning, but I did nothing. I didn’t want to believe he might do something to put us in danger. Was I wrong? Did my inaction cause this to happen?” He looked at Fatinah, his young face filled with guilt.

“No, my dear, it would have happened anyway by then. Who did you promise your silence to? Johara?” He nodded, relieved at his grandmother’s words.

She stood and moved to the phone, dialed the museum and spoke to Rashid, telling him the story. He told her Khalid had just left for the airport to book a flight to Paris. She told him Jo had called to say that she was going to Paris the next day, also. They discussed a plan and Fatinah hung up the phone and waited for Khalid to come home.

Rashid called the airport twice, to change Khalid’s and Jo’s reservations to the same flight, both in first class and their seats next to each other.

When Khalid got back to the village, one of the children came to tell him his mother wanted to see him right away.

“Ume, are you all right? What is it?” She took his hand and sat him down next to her on the sofa. She looked at him, hating what she had to tell him, but knowing that he needed to know that Johara had not betrayed him, but had risked everything to keep his memory of his son unsullied.

“Khalid, I have to tell you something that I myself just learned. You need to know just how much Johara loves you. She told you she betrayed you to protect someone else, or rather something else.” He stared at her, not wanting to hear what she had to say, but unable to interrupt her. “It was Rafiq. He called Claudia, because evidently, he remembered her being kind to the boys. He resented Johara living in what he considered his mother’s house. When he saw Claudia attacking poor Snoopy, he realized what he had done and tried to stop her. She turned her knife on him and killed him. When Johara got to him, he told her what he had done and she made the decision to preserve your good memories of your son. She picked up the radio to prove she had done it. She told Saleh she felt your marriage was ending anyway and you didn’t want her anymore, so she took the blame.” She fell silent, letting her words sink in.

“Mumkin haada (is this possible)? She did that for me? For Rafiq? But, why? Why would she throw everything away? I know she had been under a lot of strain near the end and her behavior towards me had changed, but I could never get her to tell me what was wrong.” He stood up and started to pace the floor. “I have to talk to her, I have to find out what happened to us. And I have to tell her that it nearly killed me to send her away, that no matter what I believed, I didn’t want her to leave. I have to go to Cairo, Ume, before she leaves.” He started towards the door, but Fatinah stopped him.

“Wait, Khalid, one more thing. After Saleh told me this, I called Rashid looking for you. He told me that you were taking a flight tomorrow to Paris. Johara told Saleh she was also going to Paris tomorrow. Rashid called the airlines and changed both of your reservations so that you are on the same flight, in seats next to each other. You must make this right, ya ibney. Johara loves you, I know it and so do you. Use the flight to get her to tell you why she believes you stopped loving her and use your time in Paris to rebuild her trust in you and your love. Now go and rest, you need to look good tomorrow.”

“Saleh, ya ibney, keeping this secret must have been torture for you. You are a good man, don’t feel that you have done anything wrong. You kept a confidence as you were taught. I am proud of you.” Khalid grabbed his son and embraced him warmly.

“But, Abu, I have caused you and Johara to part. I am sorry, but I had to keep my promise.” Saleh hugged his father, misery apparent in his voice.

“No, ya ibney, it was not your fault. Johara made the choice, you acted as you had to. Now, your grandmother has been scheming and she and Rashid have me on the same plane as Johara tomorrow. I must pack and get some rest. And, the most difficult thing, I have to figure out how to get Johara to talk to me and tell me why she thinks our marriage is over. I’ll see you in the morning and Ana Ahibuk ya ibney (I love you my son).”

Khalid went upstairs to pack and Saleh walked into the main room to the desk. He picked up the phone and dialed, hoping Sahar was home. It seemed like years since he had seen her, although it was only a couple weeks.

“Hello?” Her soft, clear voice washed over him like cool water.

“Ah, ya hayati, I have missed your voice. How are you?” Saleh heard a soft gasp from the earpiece.

“Saleh, jaan, you sound wonderful, what a nice surprise to hear your voice! I’m fine, but how are things there, any word about Johara?” Her voice changed as she asked the question. He could hear the concern in it.

“Yes, good news, kalila. I told my grandmother about Rafiq and she told my father. He is going to talk to Johara tomorrow. They are on the same flight to Paris. Hopefully, they will be back together soon. As will we, my love, if I have anything to say about it. Did you tell your parents about me?”

There was a silence on the other end.

“Sahar, did you hear me? Have you told them?” His voice was deceptively soft as he waited for an answer. He knew she was worried about her family accepting him, but he asked her to tell them right away and not hide their relationship.

“Um, no, I haven’t told them yet. I’m waiting for the right moment. My father is very busy right now and under a lot of stress. I promise, I’ll tell them soon. Just remember, I love you, Saleh, that’s all that matters.” Saleh let out an exasperated breath.

“Sahar, you can’t wait too long, it will be harder to tell them. Please, kalila, tell them soon. And I will let you know when I’ll be coming to see you. I love you, ya hayati.” Sahar’s eyes filled with tears, she missed him so much.

“Make it soon, habibi, I miss you. Good bye, call me again.” Saleh could hear the tears in her voice and wanted to be there with her.

“I will, kalila, I will. Goodbye, my love. Be well and go with God.” Saleh hung up the phone and made his way to bed.

That afternoon, Jo called the airline on a whim, with the thought she could get an earlier flight. Luck was on her side and she managed to change her reservation to the last flight out to Paris that night. She rushed to the airport, ready to shake the sand of Egypt off her shoes. Although she loved this country, she couldn’t stand to be so near to Khalid, but not be with him. Better to start new somewhere else. She dressed in a calf length khaki dress, comfortable shoes, and her ever-present silver jewelry. As she put her rings on, she held her wedding ring in her hand. The MedJai symbols engraved on it spelled out her and Khalid’s names and the date of their wedding. She pressed it to her lips and slid it on her finger. She checked in her purse for her passport and ticket and left her room. She stopped at the front desk to settle her bill, and stepped out into the streets of Cairo for the last time. She glanced over at the museum, but the Hummer was nowhere to be seen. She sighed and got into the taxi, heading for the airport.

As the plane took off, she watched the lights of the city recede in the distance.

She turned away from the window, and looked ahead.

“Excuse me, miss? Can I get you anything?” The flight attendant was standing over her, offering drinks.

“No, thanks, I’m fine.” The man next to her spoke up. He had a pleasant tenor voice and looked to be in his 40’s.

“I’ll have a whiskey and soda, please.” He leaned over Jo to reach the glass, his sweet cologne tickling her nose, and smiled at her. “Excuse me.”

She smiled back and he started a conversation.

“Hi, my name is Jake Simon. Do you live in Egypt or were you there on holiday?”

Her smile disappeared and she shook her head.

“I lived there for a few months, but now I’m going home to the States. How about you? Oh, my name is Johara Bay. Nice to meet you.” He looked at her, his gaze speculative.

“I’m in business and I travel a lot. I was supposed to meet with someone, now I find out he’s canceled all his business appointments and is flying to Paris tomorrow. I called the airline and the only flight I could get was this red-eye. So, here I am. Are you married, Johara? I see what looks like a wedding ring and the symbols look familiar, but I can’t place them.” She twisted the ring on her finger, trying to decide what to tell him.

“Call me Jo, please. I was married, but we’re separated now. He’s Egyptian, that’s what the symbols are. Are you married, Jake?” He shook his head and wiggled the fingers of his left hand at her. She laughed and waved his hand away.

“Sure, like that ever meant anything. I’ve seen too many movies, ya know.” He grinned ruefully at her.

“Okay, you called it. I am married, I was just kidding. Here, let me show you a picture of my wife, Rachel. And this is Sean, our 10 year old son.” He pulled out his wallet and took out a picture of a lovely blonde woman and child.

“What a nice family, Jake. Do you live in the States? And what kind of business are you in?” He replaced the pictures and took a swallow of his drink.

“Yes, in New York. I sell technology to companies. I go to the company and figure out what they need and sell them the whole kit and caboodle at one time. I was going to meet a very important man, but he had a family emergency, so I want to try to get to him in Paris. Excuse me, Jo, I need to make a call, but I don’t want to disturb you. I’ll go in the back and call.”

After he left, Jo laid her head back and closed her eyes. She dozed off, and didn’t notice him return and climb over her legs. The nightmare hit her just before they landed, causing her to cry out and waken suddenly.

“Jo? What is it? Are you all right?” A cool, soft hand was on hers, and she remembered where she was. She pulled her hand away quickly.

“Sorry, Jake, I have a slight problem lately with a scary dream. I’m sure it will be all right soon. Well, it’s been nice sitting next to you, and good luck with that sale.” She gathered her things in preparation for landing.

“Would you like to have dinner with me in Paris, Jo? Just a friendly dinner, that’s all. We could meet somewhere or I could pick you up at your hotel.” She stared at him. What did he want? She was curious, so she agreed to meet him.

“Great, and since you’ve never been to Paris, let’s do up right. I’ll meet you at Chez Pierre at 9 pm tomorrow night, okay? I’ll call as soon as we get off the plane for a reservation.” They walked through the airport together, retrieved their luggage and parted at the taxi stands. Jo had always promised herself that if she got to Paris she would stay at the Four Seasons, so that was where she went. When she got to her room, she undressed and fell into bed.

The next day, Khalid walked into the First Class section of the plane, surprised that Jo was not sitting in the seat next to the one assigned to him. He had waited as long as possible to board, so that if she saw him, it would be too late to get off the plane.

“Excuse me, miss?” The flight attendant turned to him and smiled. “Yes, may I help you, sir?” She looked him up and down, obviously pleased with what she saw.

“My wife is supposed to be on this flight and I don’t see her. Johara Bay, in 1B?”

The attendant checked her flight manifest and shook her head.

“No, she changed to an earlier flight, last night in fact. Sorry, Mr. Bay, is there anything I can do for you?” She laid her hand on his arm, her red nails standing out in sharp contrast to his black suit. He lifted her hand away and said “No!” sharply. He stalked to his seat and sat in stony silence for the entire flight. When the flight landed in Paris, he immediately called his mother to see if she or Saleh had heard from Jo. Neither had, so he went to his apartment to try to figure out what to do next.

Jo walked out on the balcony of the hotel, the city spread out before her. She leaned on the railing, her thoughts blinding her to the view in front of her. It was time to start thinking about what she would do now. A few days in Paris, and she would be going back to the States. She had thought about another bookstore, but the idea did not appeal to her. Perhaps, when she got back to Wisconsin, something would turn up. She returned to her room, picked up the phone and dialed.

“Hello?” Saleh’s deep voice, so like his father’s, sent a shiver of recognition through Jo.

“Saleh? It’s Jo. I’m in Paris.” Saleh heaved a sigh of relief, glad she had called him.

“Jo, how are you? I was just thinking about you. Where are you staying? And for how long?” He hoped his questions didn’t sound too nosy, but he had to find out all he could for his father.

“I’m at the Four Seasons on George V. I’ll be here a few more days. How are your grandparents and, um, everyone else?” Saleh noticed the slight hesitation and his hopes rose.

“They are fine, they asked if I’d heard whether you reached Paris safely. Johara, give me your room number in case they want to call you, okay?”

She told him and then added, “But I’m not sure when I’ll be in. I plan on doing some sightseeing. Tomorrow, I’m going to the Eiffel tower and the Louvre. And tonight I’m going to dinner at Chez Pierre.” Saleh was surprised.

“Chez Pierre? Alone?” She was silent for a moment.

“Well, no, I’m meeting someone there. I met him on the plane.“ Jo could feel the disapproval over the phone. Saleh’s voice was hard; she knew he wasn’t happy.

”Johara, what are you thinking? Not only are you in a strange city, but you are still married to my father!” Jo caught her breath, all her hurt and anger coming out in response to Saleh’s words.

“It seems to me that you father is the one who told me to leave the country, so I wouldn’t worry about him if I were you. And I am a grown woman, Saleh, I can take care of myself, remember LeClair?” She heard him sigh.

“Johara, you had to kill him, you know that. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

“I know, I try not to. Listen, Saleh, I’m sorry I’ve put such a weight on your shoulders as far as this secret we have. I just feel it’s not necessary for you father to know what Rafiq did to him. You haven’t told him, have you?” She waited for his answer, knowing he would not break a promise.

“No, Johara, I promised you I wouldn’t tell him, and I didn’t. Now, are you sure you’re all right? You sound tired.” She smiled, finding that an understatement.

“I am tired, dear one, but I am also all right. At least now I know it’s over. I will call you again when I get settled in the States. But, I may go and see Sahar before I go back. How is she?” Saleh was glad she had changed the subject. He hadn’t lied about telling his father, but he was uncomfortable with deceiving Jo.

”She’s fine and I miss her very much. I’ll be going to see her soon, too. I wish she would tell her family about us, though. I hate to feel like we’re sneaking around.”

“It will be fine, Saleh, her family will love you. You are a good man, and a lawyer. What’s not to like?” She looked at her watch, surprised to see how late it was.

“Well, I’m going to go shopping now, Saleh. Say hello to everyone for me. Good bye, my dear one.”

“Good bye….Ume.” She caught her breath on his last word. Mother, he had called her.

“Saleh?” A dial tone answered her quiet query. She hung up the phone and set off to find something to wear. She stopped at the concierge and asked for advice on where to go and got several suggestions. She hit pay dirt on the third store and got back to the hotel with enough time for a nap before she had to get ready.

Immediately after he hung up on Jo, Saleh called his father’s Paris apartment.

“Yes?” Khalid’s voice was curt, indicating his stress.

“Ume! She called. I know where she is.” Saleh heard a small sound come from the earpiece.

“Tell me, Saleh, I have to go to her.” Saleh did not look forward to what he had to tell his father next. He gave him the hotel info and then plunged on.

“I have to tell you something else, Ume. Johara is going to dinner at Chez Pierre tonight with a man she met on the plane.” The silence on the other end of the line was deafening. Saleh knew his father was angry, but he hoped he would not do anything rash.

“Chez Pierre, you say? Hmmm, pretty fancy place.” Khalid wrote down the hotel information, thanked his son, and hung up. He dialed the number of a friend who was connected with the Four Seasons to call in a favor.

Khalid spent the day alternating between being angry at Jo for going somewhere with another man and being miserable at the way he had spoken to her when he believed she had betrayed him. He knew she thought he hated her and that their marriage was over, but he didn’t know what he could do to make things right with her. He knew one thing: he was going to be at Chez Pierre that evening.

Later, Jo put on the new dress she had bought, confident that she looked her best. Her short red hair was freshly washed and she applied makeup sparingly. Her strappy heels matched her evening purse, and a small pair of diamond earrings were all the jewelry she needed. A spritz of Opium perfume and she was ready.

She took a taxi to the restaurant, where Jake was waiting as she got out of the car.

“Wow, you look great, Jo. I am honored to be your escort.” As they entered the building, Jo noticed a dance floor off the entryway and she wandered over to watch for a minute.

“Would you like to dance after dinner, Jo?” Jake had come up behind her, startling her. She moved away from him and nodded.

“Sure, why not? I haven’t danced in a long time.” Just then a memory of Khalid dancing with her to ‘Midnight at the Oasis’ popped into her head. She smiled to herself and followed Jake into the dining room. They had a delicious meal and Jo made sure she paid for her dinner herself. They got up from the table and moved to the dance floor.

As they walked in the room, the band was playing an old standard, “Someone to Watch Over Me” and Jake held out his hand to her. She moved into his arms and they began dancing.

“So, Jo, what do you do?” He tried to pull her closer and she held herself away from him, a slight feeling of unease beginning to come over her.

“I owned a book store before I moved here, I may go back to that or I may just try something new.”

“That sounds like an interesting business. Did you do anything while you lived in Egypt? Where did you live?” She had a strange feeling he was trying to get some kind of information out of her.

“I was enjoying my new marriage and my new country. I wasn’t working yet.” She tried to avoid the question of where she lived, but he seemed to focus on it.

“Did you live in Cairo, Jo?” Just then, the music ended and they went to sit at a table. They ordered drinks and Jake tried to resume the conversation where it left off.

“You didn’t answer me, Jo.”

“Why are you so interested in where we lived, Jake? What does it matter to you?” As she was speaking, another feeling washed over her. A sudden warmth enveloped her and she knew what was happening.

“Jake, is there a tall, dark man standing behind me? With tattoos on his face?” She glanced up and saw a strange look on Jake’s face. He was staring over her head, his face dark with anger. He shook his head and his face cleared.

“What? Oh, yes, how did you know?” She smiled sadly, certain she would always know. Hopefully, it wouldn’t hurt this bad all the time.

“It’s my husband. I have to go and talk to him.” She stood and walked away from Jake Simon, not looking back.

Her gaze fell on Khalid and she caught her breath, He was dressed in a white dinner jacket, emphasizing his dark skin and black hair, pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes feasted in him, her hands itching to touch him. She approached him slowly, knowing that when she reached him, real life would once more intrude.

Khalid watched his wife walking toward him. Her generous body, toned by her training, was sheathed in a long, satin slip dress. The dark purple color was a perfect foil for her fair skin and red hair. Her gold eyes were dark with emotion, and he could feel his body responding to her nearness.

Just as Jo reached him, the band began playing another song. Khalid held out his arms, Jo moved into them, and they danced to “I’ll Be Seeing You”.

Jo laid her head on Khalid’s chest, hoping the song would never end and his arms gathered her closer. She inhaled the spicy scent of his cologne, her eyes closed to keep the world out. Her arms slid around him under his jacket and she could feel his muscular back under her hands.

Khalid’s hands stroked Jo’s back, his chin resting on her head. He sighed, feeling like he was home again. Allah knew what would happen when the music stopped, but for now, he would take what he could get.

All too soon, the music ended and they moved to the balcony. Khalid stood, his hands in his pants pockets, wondering where to start. Jo turned to him, curious about something.

“Khalid, do you know Jake Simon? When he saw you, he looked very angry.” He nodded his head, glad the subject of their marriage was deferred for a moment.

“Yes, he is an illegal arms dealer that I had a run in with a few years ago. I refused to do business with him and reported him to the authorities, now he wants to destroy me.” Jo shuddered, hugging herself.

“I knew there was something not right about him, but I couldn’t see anything obvious. He sat by me on the plane and asked me to dinner. He even showed me pictures of his family.” Khalid took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. She snuggled into it, his scent enveloping her.

“I thought he was in Cairo until I saw him with you here. I will call my people and we’ll take some precautions.” Jo’s eyes narrowed and she backed away from Khalid.

“What are you doing here, anyway? Why can’t you just leave me alone? I don’t know what else I can do, I left the damn country!” He put his hands out, but she shrugged out of the jacket, letting it fall to the ground and walked away, not looking back.

He changed into jeans and a soft cotton T-shirt and grabbed a sandwich. He sat for a while, waiting until he was sure Jo would be asleep. He left his apartment, drove to the hotel and went to the front desk. His friend had arranged for a key to Jo’s room to be waiting and he took the elevator to her floor. He let himself into the room and walked to the chair beside the bed.

He sat and watched her sleep, seeing the changes that the strain of the past weeks had wrought. She looked so very tired and pale. He ached to hold her in his arms.

Suddenly, she sat up straight and let out a strangled cry. He reached for her, knowing she was in the grip of a nightmare. He had seen it often enough in the past. Khalid pulled her onto his lap and held her close to him, his gentle hands stroking her back, his voice soothing her. She snuggled into him and buried her face in his neck.

“Kalila, open your eyes.” Jo shook her head and answered, her voice muffled.

“No, if I do you’ll disappear! I want to keep dreaming.” He felt her mouth on his neck, and her hands crept into his long hair. She raised her head and pulled him down for a long, deep kiss. She sighed in his mouth, and he pulled her closer yet, craving the familiar feel of her near him. Allah, he had missed her, her softness, her spicy perfume. He tore his mouth away and she gasped, her head falling back. He took advantage of her movement and showered kisses on her neck and shoulders. He buried his face in her silky hair then his hands moved to cup her face, bringing it to his for another long kiss. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her lips, needing to taste her, to know she was really there.

Suddenly, she seemed to realize she was not dreaming and she sat up and pushed at his chest. She scrambled off his lap and onto the bed, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

Khalid held up his hand, trying to calm her down.

“Johara, listen, I need to talk to you. Please, kalila. I promise, I won’t touch you again.” Jo snorted at him.

“’Kalila’, my ass! Enough with the pretty Arabic nicknames, Khalid, I’m not going to jump in bed with you just ‘cause you call me ‘kalila’. You told me you didn’t want to see me anymore. Call me Jo, or don’t call me anything. Now that I think of it, don’t say anything to me at all.” She glared at him still unable to believe he could be so cruel and wondering how she could get him to leave.

“Jo, just let me talk, and then you can do whatever you want.” She looked at him warily, and nodded. If it would make him go away, she would listen for a minute.

His face was serious and she could see he was struggling with what he wanted to say.

“I know what you did for Rafiq, and I want to thank you for trying to protect his memory. Saleh didn’t tell me, my mother did. He told her when he couldn’t stand to see us apart anymore. I am so sorry for the things I said that day and ask you to forgive me, please. As hard as I tried, I could never believe in my heart that you would betray me, but you looked me in the eye and swore you had done it. I had no choice. I had to protect my family, my people. I still find it hard to believe that my son actually did it, but I know what he was like, he would do it to hurt you, not thinking what the consequences would be. Will you forgive me, Jo?”

She looked at him, her heart breaking for him. How sad that he had to find out about his boy.

“I tried to spare you, Khalid, I knew it would tear you up to find out about Rafiq’s betrayal. I also knew our marriage was over and that was why I did it. There is nothing to forgive, it’s over. Let’s just go our separate ways and let it go at that.”

Khalid shook his head. He stood and walked away from the bed, frustrated.

“No, I will not let it go. I need to know why you think our marriage was over. What happened?” He strode back and leaned over her, his face taut with anger. “My God, it would have been sporting of you to let me in on the news, anyway.” Jo turned away, unwilling to put into words the pain she felt when he made it apparent he didn’t want her anymore. She stared at her hands, playing with her rings, trying not to let him see that she still wore her wedding ring.

“I think you know why, Khalid. It was very obvious to me the last few days that you were regretting marrying me. So, now you can forget you even knew me, just go ahead and get the divorce and I’ll sign the papers. One thing I do want you to know is that I am sorry that I was the cause of your son’s death, by having the map that LeClair wanted. It was me that started all this, and I really regret that. If I had known…” Her voice trailed off as she turned her head toward the window.

“LeClair would have found another way to get to Hamunaptra, Johara, you did not cause Rafiq’s death, he did. So, don’t blame yourself. And, tell me, do you also regret that we met?” Khalid’s voice had softened, but she could hear the steely tone clearly. “Can you look at me and tell me that what we had should never have been? That you will just forget me when you’re back in the States? I love you, Johara, and I believed you loved me. Was I wrong? Can’t you even look at me?” He reached out and turned her head towards him. She slapped his hand away from her chin and looked at him. Her gold eyes were flat, lifeless. Her voice had no inflection as she spoke.

“I do love you, but how can you say you love me? You turned away from me and then as much as called me a sex starved nymphomaniac. I can take a hint, and I wish you would. Get out. It’s over.” Khalid stared at her. What was she talking about?

“Johara, I don’t understand. When did I turn from you? And I would never call you such names, you know that.” She shook her head.

“Just think about it, Khalid. I’m sure an answer will come to you. Now, if you don’t mind I’m very tired.” He looked at her, knowing that she would not sleep anyway.

“Johara, you are having nightmares still. Are they about LeClair?” She closed her eyes and sighed.

“Yes, but these are about when I killed him. I see the dagger going into him and I feel his warm blood pouring out of him, over my hand. It won’t stop and I can’t get away from it.” She raised her head and he could see the haunted look in her eyes. “I’m sure it will fade eventually, it’s just so real.”

“Johara, you had to kill him, he was trying to kill you. I know how you feel, I reacted the same way the first time I killed someone, and it was in self-defense also. You have to keep thinking about what he was doing, If you hadn’t killed him, you’d have been dead, and likely all of the MedJai that were there.” He reached for her hand and she let him take it. They sat quietly for a while, Khalid turning the rings on her fingers, he knew it calmed her. As he sat, staring at her wedding ring, wondering why she hadn’t taken it off, he had a glimmer of an idea of what she was talking about as far as him turning away from her.

“Johara, that night in the tent, the night I gave you the chocolate and then left? Is that the night you think I turned you away?” She nodded, not looking at him.

“Johara, I had found out that day that LeClair was coming closer and had to go and talk to my people about more security. When I got back you were sleeping.” She shrugged her shoulders, not convinced.

“You’d woken me before when you knew I was waiting for you. You never left the tent after supper unless you were called out for an emergency. Besides, I was awake, I felt you trying not to touch me.” Her voice broke and Khalid lifted her hand to his lips.

“You had been having so much trouble sleeping, my heart, that I didn’t want to interrupt what little you were getting. I am sorry if you misinterpreted what I did. Now, can you please tell me what else I did or said?” She tugged her hands free and scrubbed at her eyes, tears and tiredness making them feel gritty. She knew he wouldn’t leave her alone until she told him.

“It was the next day, when you came to wake me up. I had my hand on your leg and you snidely asked me if I’d been saving up for years and couldn’t get enough. I felt as if you’d slapped me in the face. That’s why I challenged you to the sword fight. You hurt me and I had to try to get to you somehow. Why didn’t you just tell me nicely you didn’t want me anymore? You didn’t have to get nasty, Khalid.” She laid her head in her hands and waited for his answer. She felt his hands on hers again, this time gently moving them so he could lift her chin. His thumbs smoothed away the tears on her cheeks. She could see the regret in his warm, brown eyes and her heart leapt with hope.

“Oh, Johara, I never realized you took me seriously that day. I was joking, I wanted you to come outside, thinking the air and exercise would help you sleep better later. If I had accepted your invitation, we would have never left the tent all day. I can’t seem to get enough of you and at times I have had to keep myself from touching you, knowing it wasn’t the time or place. I have been miserable without you, Johara. Even though you had admitted betraying me, my heart wanted you, loved you. Please, give me another chance.”

Jo gazed at him, seeing the honesty in his eyes, but still remembering the hurt she had felt that day. She took a deep breath and decided to put her heart in his hands one more time. She nodded and his beautiful mouth smiled at her, and her breath caught. He leaned in to kiss her, but she stopped him.

“Wait, I’ll agree on one condition, Khalid. I want us to go slowly this time. We kind of jumped into our relationship and I think we need to do it differently this time, okay?” She watched his face, but his smile never wavered.

“Whatever it takes, kalila, I don’t want to lose you again. Just tell me what you want me to do.” Jo groaned inwardly. If she told what she really wanted him to do, they would be in bed in about two minutes.

“Can we stay here in Paris a while and just go out to dinner, dancing, shows and go sightseeing, things like that? No sex?”

He didn’t look too happy about the last thing, but he finally nodded in agreement.

“All right, we’ll go slowly. It is a good idea, Johara, about seeing Paris together. We’ll have a great time. And I have another idea. You know I have an apartment here in Paris, because of all the business, right?” She nodded, yawning. “Well, it has two bedrooms. You can come and stay there with me instead of here at the hotel.”

“Okay, but let’s move me tomorrow, right now I’m exhausted and I need to try to get some sleep. Will you stay until I go to sleep?” Khalid pulled the covers down and Jo snuggled into bed. He covered her up, kicked off his shoes and then laid down next to her pulling her into his arms. She sighed and closed her eyes, her heart beginning to heal already. She drifted off listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and woke to find herself alone. She stretched and sniffed. Mmmm, coffee! Just then Khalid came into the room, carrying a tray with two cups, a coffee pot and some rolls.

“Good morning, Johara.” He put the tray down and came over to the bed, leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss.

“How did you sleep?” She smiled, and sat up straight in bed.

“Very soundly. Thank you for agreeing to go slow, Khalid. I really think it is best. When do you want to leave for your apartment?” He brought her a cup of coffee and then got his own and a plate of rolls. He buttered a croissant and offered her a bite.

“Here, taste this, kalila, it’s heavenly. I’ve already settled your bill here, so why don’t we go right after breakfast?” Her eyes were closed, enjoying the roll and she thought back to the first lunch they had shared in Cairo, when he fed her the bread dipped in a savory sauce. She opened her eyes, and he was staring at her mouth, his brown eyes dark with desire. His tongue came out to lick his lower lip and she took a quick gulp of her coffee. She really needed to get a grip, or her plan to go slowly would be right out the window.

“Okay, but I have to take a shower first. Give me a half hour and I’ll be ready.” She got off the bed on the opposite side and went into the bathroom, leaning back on the door. She took a deep breath and swore not to get too close to Khalid for a while.

“Johara, you know you have to turn the water on to take a shower?” He was right outside the door. “Do you need some help?”

“No, just go away for a while. Come back in a half hour.” She heard him laugh and then heard the outer door close.

After her shower, she peeked out and saw he was really gone. She got dressed in khaki slacks, a T-shirt and sneakers. She packed her belongings and was waiting when Khalid came back.

“I have a taxi waiting downstairs, Johara. Are you ready?” She handed him her suitcases and they left the hotel. When they got to the office building, she was surprised.

“Your apartment is here?” He nodded and led the way into the lobby. He stopped at the main desk to tell the guard that Johara would be staying there and then they went around to a small elevator door, tucked in a corner.

“This is the elevator to the penthouse, Johara, here is a key for you. It stops at the apartment and my private office only.” He inserted the key and turned it and the doors opened. He put her cases in and motioned her in.

“Hmmm, chasing mummy thieves must pay well these days. Nice building.” Khalid chuckled. “We have done rather well in our business dealings in the last few years, that’s all. Everyone in the tribe gets to share the benefits. As I am the president of the corporation, I get the top floor! Here is the apartment.”

The door slid open and Jo gasped.

“Oh, Khalid, it’s the tent!” The floor was covered in rugs, and colorful silk fabric draped the walls. There were piles of cushions around low tables, and several couches. Ornate lanterns were scattered around the room, either on tables or hanging from the ceiling.

“It’s wonderful, Khalid!’ He smiled and bowed her into the room.

“Thank you, I like it. I miss home a lot, and this helps.” He set the suitcases on the floor and took her hand. “One thing I regret is never bringing you here before. I guess I figured you would be bored by the business end of things. But, I will make up for it now, I promise. Now, here is where you’ll sleep, and I’ll be down the hall.”

He opened a huge double door and she entered a large bedroom. The tent decor was carried over into the room as evidenced by the king sized bed draped in silk and the rugs covering the floor.

“Wow, Khalid, if this is the guest room, how big is the master bedroom?” She peeked into a large walk-in closet, saw the clothes in it and turned, her mouth open to ask a question.

“This is the master bedroom, Johara.” He went out and got her suitcases and set them on the floor. “I want you to stay in here, it’s more comfortable. No arguments. There’s the bathroom, if you’d like to freshen up, and then would you like to see my office?”

“Yes, please, I’ll meet you in the living room in a minute.” She went into the bathroom and just stared. It was as big as some people’s living rooms, with a large tub and a shower. She shook herself and freshened up. She’d have time to look around later. She hurried through the bedroom and out to where Khalid was waiting.

“Ready?” The elevator door slid open silently, and he pushed the button marked Office.

When the door reopened, just as quietly, Jo preceded Khalid out into a spacious, richly decorated office. A set of huge double doors was on a wall opposite the large windows, which commanded a view of the city. Khalid’s desk was situated in front of the windows, facing the door.

“Very nice, makes me want to sign a merger or something.” She sat down in the large leather chair behind the desk and spun around. Khalid’s hands stopped it and he leaned over her.

“Hmmm, a merger, huh? Sounds like fun.” He moved until his mouth was just barely touching hers. “The couch is quite comfortable, kalila, wanna try it out?” The soft rush of air from his lips made her shiver, her eyes closed and she moved enough to deepen the contact. It was a gentle, soft caress and Khalid broke it off reluctantly.

“No, we can’t. I’m sorry, Johara, I shouldn’t have done that. We agreed and I will keep my end of the bargain.” She sighed and nodded.

“Thank you, habibi. I know it will be tough on both of us, but I really believe it is the best thing. Although taking it slowly doesn’t mean we can’t kiss a little.” She tugged him back down for a quick, hard kiss.

He pulled her to her feet and walked to the large doors. He pushed one open and they went out into the outer office. An attractive, well dressed Egyptian woman of about 60 was seated at a desk just outside the office.

“Khalid, you’re here. And this must be Johara.” The woman came around the desk and kissed Khalid on both cheeks and waited for him to introduce them.

Johara, this is Bettina Fouquet, Bettina, my wife Johara. Bettina has been my right hand woman for many years, Johara. If you need anything, ask her. She is from our village and married a Parisian after moving her to work for the company, so she is ready to solve any problem you may have.” Bettina kissed Jo warmly on both cheeks and then turned to Khalid.

“You had a call from a man who wouldn’t leave his name, he sounded pretty angry. Said you should watch your back.” Jo and Khalid looked at each other. Jake Simon.

“Bettina, Jake Simon is back. He met Johara on the plane accidentally, but I’m sure he would happily have used her to get to me. I called Asima and she has security measures in place.” Bettina picked up a paper on her desk.

“Yes, she sent out a memo to everyone. I wondered if the call was him, and sent her a note about it.

“And you have one appointment tomorrow afternoon, if that’s all right. I canceled all the other ones, but couldn’t reach this one. I’ll keep trying, though.” She handed him a slip of paper, which he read and shoved in his jeans pocket.

“No, I’ll keep that meeting, it’s time.” Bettina glanced at Jo and then shrugged.

“Okay, but otherwise, you’re clear for a couple weeks. It’s a good thing you know how to delegate, Khalid. I think this corporation could run without you for a long time.” He smiled as he took Jo’s hand to lead her out.

“That’s exactly why I worked it that way. See ya later, Bettina.”

They took another elevator down to the garage and Khalid stopped by a low-slung sports car. He opened the door for her and she slid in. Hopefully, she would learn how to do it gracefully with practice.

“Why does it not surprise me that you drive a classic Corvette?” She leaned back in the tan leather seat. Khalid opened his door and she said, “I like the maroon exterior, what year is it?” He got in, started the car and pulled out of the parking space.

“It’s a ’66. Do you want the top down?” She grinned and nodded. By the time they reached the street, the top was retracted and she lifted her head to the sunshine.

”Mmmm, very nice. So, where are we going now?” She laid her hand on his arm as she turned to look at the buildings they passed. “Can we go see the Eiffel Tower?”

“Sure we can, how about if we eat lunch there? They have several restaurants." He pulled into a parking lot near the tower and they took an elevator to the observation deck. Jo stepped as close as she dared to the rail, and then felt Khalid’s arms come around her and felt his warm breath in her ear.

“Don’t worry, kalila, I won’t let you fall.” Jo felt his strength flowing into her and stepped right up to the railing and looked over. Khalid’s arms tightened, keeping her safe.

”Oh, Khalid, it’s wonderful up here.” She tried to see everything, moving around to see all sides of the view. Finally, she had seen enough and they went down to the restaurant for lunch.

As they lingered over coffee after the meal, Khalid talked about Rafiq. He slouched in his chair, his face reflecting the emotion in his voice.

“I called his best friend in the States. He said Rafiq had started taking something to stay awake during exams and he got hooked. I tried to figure out why he was so changeable those last weeks. Some days he seemed to actually be having a good time, then others he wouldn’t even come out of his tent. And with you, he brought you the chocolate, apologized for his initial behavior and other days he wouldn’t talk to you. At least this makes some sense now.” Jo reached over and laid her hand on Khalid’s. His eyes met hers, bright with unshed tears. “My poor boy, I wish I knew what I could have done differently.”

“Nothing, Khalid. When he started taking the drugs, he was a grown man. You raised him well, taught him the right way to live. You can’t blame yourself for this.”

“I know that’s true, but I want to find a reason he did it other than a weak character. Enough of this.” He straightened suddenly, stood and threw some money on the table. “Let’s get out of here, Johara. I need to blow some cobwebs out of my head.”

He headed out of the city and stepped on the gas, driving as if the devil were after him.

The only doubts Jo had were raised the day after she moved into the apartment. Khalid went downstairs for the meeting that Bettina couldn’t cancel. Jo walked out on the balcony and leaned on the railing. Her thoughts, as they always were these days, were on Khalid. She wanted to trust him and she knew it was her pride that was hurt, but she was still feeling the sting. She was just about to walk back into the living room when she saw Khalid coming out of the front doors. He was with a dark haired woman. When they reached a long black car by the curb, he opened the door for her and helped her in. She looked up at him and Jo could see she was young and beautiful. Khalid leaned into the car and the woman’s arm came up around his neck and pulled him closer. When Khalid moved away, the door closed and the car drove off. He walked back into the building and Jo went inside, went into the bathroom and closed the door. A few minutes later, she heard Khalid’s voice outside the door.

“Jo, are you ready to go shopping?” She took a deep breath. “No, I think maybe I’ll just stay here and take a nap, I’m tired. You go ahead and go do something.”

Khalid could hear something in her voice.

“Johara. Are you all right?” He waited for an answer. “Johara, if you don’t answer…” Just then the door opened. Jo was in one of his T-shirts, her face scrubbed clean.

“I told you, I’m tired and I want to take a nap, okay?” She moved to the bed, took off her glasses, pulled down the spread and climbed in. He came and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Fine, but first I want to tell you something. The meeting I just had was with the woman I was seeing when I met you.” Her gold eyes were full of questions and he tried to answer them all. “I had called her to tell her I was not going to see her anymore, but I wanted to talk to her in person. This was the first time I could arrange it. She is a very nice person and I wanted her to know that it was not anything she did or said that broke us up. She was glad that I explained everything to her and wished us all the best.” He finished and watched Jo, waiting to see what she would do.

“I don’t know, Khalid, she must not be too smart. Good thing you picked me.” His eyes widened, and she laughed.

“Well, she didn’t fight for you very much. And if it was me, you can bet I wouldn’t have wished you well.” He smiled, relieved he had told her. He didn’t want any secrets anymore.

“Yes, well, I’ve seen how you deal with my exes, but I like this one, so I don’t think I’ll ask her to congratulate you in person.” He leaned down for a kiss and stood up.

“Now, take your nap and we’ll go out tonight. I heard of a great Romanian restaurant.” He slapped her bottom and walked out.

Jo slept for a couple hours, waking refreshed and ready for her evening. She had been surprised that Khalid had told her about the woman, but then realized it was just the way he was, honest to a fault.

She got up, took a quick shower and threw on a robe. When she walked out into the living room, Khalid was watching the news on TV.

“I keep hoping we’ll see something about Jake being arrested, but nothing so far,” he said. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down on the couch by him, his arm around her shoulders.

“So, how was your nap? Our reservations are for 10 PM, we could go for a cruise on the Seine first.” She leaned her head on his arm, looking up into his chocolate gaze. She slid her glasses off her nose.

“Sounds wonderful, I’ll go get dressed. But, first, kiss me.” He grinned and lowered his head. His lips barely touched hers, teasing. The tip of his tongue came out and ran across her mouth, politely asking for admittance. Jo groaned and her lips parted, granting him access. The kiss deepened, their tongues darting in and out, playing. She buried her hands in his hair, pulling him closer yet. He tore his mouth away, breathing heavily, and rested his chin on her head.

“Sorry, habibi, my fault.” Her voice conveyed her regret and he chuckled, his hands soothing her.

“No, kalila, we are just too attuned to each other. We touch and sparks fly. Just stay here a couple minutes, it feels so good just to hold you. Especially when you smell so good.” He buried his nose in her freshly washed hair and inhaled, reveling in her unique scent. His arms pulled her closer into him and she wound her arms around his neck, loving the feel of him. They sat together for a long time and then Jo unwound her arms.

“Okay, enough of this mushy stuff, let’s go get dressed for dinner.”

The rest of the week passed in a blur of car trips and walking the byways of Paris.

One day, as she returned from a shopping trip, Jo was greeted by one of the security guards at the front door of the building.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Bay, we have to escort you to your apartment. Mr. Bay’s orders.”

She saw Bettina standing near the main elevators and went over to her.

“What is going on? Where’s Khalid?” The older woman looked up, her eyes full of fear.

“He’s in his office. Jake Simon is with him.” Jo’s face blanched. “Khalid is all right, Johara, but no one knows what Simon wants or what is going on in there.” As she finished speaking, Jo grabbed her arm. “Bettina, you have to help me. Try to get the guard’s attention, I need to get up there.” Bettina nodded, certain Jo would know what to do once she got up to the office. She knew what Jo had done in Egypt and had no doubt she would do it again to keep her husband safe. Jo handed Bettina her bags, dug her elevator key out of her bag and ran around the corner just as a loud scream came from near the front door. She jammed the key in, opened the elevator door and punched the “Close Door” button as soon as she was in. She heard shouts as the guards ran to stop her, but the door closed too quickly for them to catch it.

She went to the apartment first to find her weapon. She donned her Medjai clothing, grabbed her scimitar and dagger and ran back to the elevator. She pushed the Office button and pulled her scarf up over her mouth and nose. When the door opened silently, she was in luck. Jake had his back to the elevator and the door opened so quietly, he didn’t hear it. But, her worst fears were realized when she saw the gun in his hand, pointed directly at Khalid’s chest.

“So, Khalid Bay, tell me again how high and mighty you are. I’m not good enough to business with, eh? You sucked me in and then called the authorities on me? Well, this news’ll bring you down a peg or two. I fucked your precious wife after we got to Paris that first day. She couldn’t keep her hands off me, maybe you’re not man enough for so much woman. And there’s a lot of woman, there. No wonder you want her, no one else does.” Khalid had seen Jo enter, and his heart stopped. Then he realized she had the upper hand and he laughed at Jake.

“That may be the stupidest thing you ever said, Simon, and I’d be worried if I were you. You know, I really feel sorry for you.” Jake Simon looked puzzled.

“What do you mean, Bay? I have a gun on you, and I can see the door, so you’re the one to feel sorry for. Why should I be worried?” Khalid’s grin got wider as he saw Jo approaching Jake from the rear.

“Because, my friend….” Just then Jo drew the scimitar with a hiss, reached out with it and knocked the gun away. “She’s gonna kick your ass!”

Jo tripped Jake as he turned to her and she landed on his chest, her sword at his throat. His eyes were wide with terror as she pushed the edge of the sword into his neck a little further.

”Who are you? Let me up!” Jake’s eyes widened as Jo slowly lowered her scarf. A nasty grin appeared on her lips.

“So, Jake, what was that you said about me? I couldn’t have heard right. Fucked me? Ha, I’d break a little guy like you in half. Khalid, honey, did you call Asima? She’ll want to get here soon before I kill him.” Jake yelled to Khalid for help, struggling to get away. “Gee, I guess there are advantages to being a lot of woman, huh, Jake? Now, where to do it? Neck? Heart? Or maybe I’ll use this nice sharp dagger, not so much blood. ” Khalid leaned on his desk, laughing.

“She got me with that move, too, Jake, so don’t feel bad. And don’t think she won’t use a blade, I’ve seen it with my own eyes.” He looked at his wife, assuring himself she wasn’t really going to hurt the other man. “And, yes, kalila, I called Asima, she’s on her way.” As he watched her, he laughed harder. Jo was taking little pokes all over Jake, as if trying to find the perfect spot to sink the sword in. The man was wiggling, trying to get her off of him.

The outer door burst open and Asima and the security guards rushed in, took in the scene and started laughing. Two of the guards grabbed Jake and Khalid took Jo’s arms to pull her up. She resisted, her sword once again at Jake’s throat.

“Johara, enough, It’s over.” Khalid’s quiet voice reached her and she shook her head, as if to clear it. He helped her stand and she leaned on him heavily, her hand over her mouth.

“Khalid, I need to go upstairs and sit down.” He looked at her and all the color was drained out of her face. He rushed her to the elevator, supporting her under her arm and took her upstairs. When the door opened, he swept her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. As he set her feet on the ground, she clapped her hand over her mouth and ran on wobbly legs into the bathroom. She barely reached the toilet bowl and threw up, sinking to the floor. A cool cloth was pressed to her forehead and Khalid’s hand rested on her shoulder. She threw up one more time and stood shakily. She leaned over the sink to brush her teeth and then Khalid helped her to the bed.

“Johara? Kalila, are you all right?” His hands ran over her, trying to determine if Jake had somehow hurt her. She lay down and pulled him onto the bed with her. Deep tremors began running through her body and she dove into his arms. He held her tightly, aware she was reacting to something, but not sure what. Her arms were around him in a death grip, as if she would never let go. All he could do was hang on and let her go through it. The tremors receded, and she started crying, sobs wracking her body. Khalid kissed her temple, murmuring soft words of comfort. Finally, the storm seemed to pass, leaving her spent. She lay limply in his arms, her eyes closed, the lashes dark on her pale cheeks.

“Johara, my heart, will you tell me what happened?” She sighed deeply, and looked at him her gold eyes tortured.

“As I was teasing Jake with the knife, I flashed back to LeClair. All I could think of was him threatening to kill you and it took all my will power not to finish him, too. I hated what I did to LeClair, why would I want to do the same to Jake?” She covered her face with her hands.

“Because, it’s the same thing I’d do if it was the other way around, kalila, because we love each other more than anything else. ‘For their love, they were willing to risk life itself’. A movie quote, but it fits us, I think. I love you, Johara, and I would die for you, as I know you would for me. Believe that, I do not lie.” She lifted her head and her hands came up to frame his dear face.

“And I love you, Khalid, never doubt it. Even when I was stupid enough to doubt you, I still loved you.” She yawned and her hands slid down his chest. He helped take off her robes and put on a T-shirt and pulled the covers over her. Her eyes closed from exhaustion and he kissed her forehead and waited until she was asleep, before he went to take a shower. As he stepped out, the phone rang.

“Abu, we’re here.” Saleh’s voice was strained, the tension coming clearly over the phone.

“Saleh, are you all right?” His son muttered something under his breath.

“Yes, but it is a long story. Do you want us to come over now?” Khalid peeked in at Jo, who was still sleeping. “Yes, that would be perfect, I’ll see you in a while.”

Jo felt a wet, warm tongue on her cheek and smiled.

“Khalid?” He chuckled. The tongue moved to her arm. “Khalid? What are you doing?” She felt something large land on the bed and her eyes flew open.

“Snoopy! How…what? I thought you were dead!” Jo sat up and hugged the dog, her eyes searching for Khalid. He was standing next to the bed, smiling.

“We thought so too, kalila. He ran off after the attack and we thought he was going off to die. One of the smaller tribes found him, recognized the mark we brand our dogs with and nursed him back to health. Saleh brought him with him when he flew in this morning.”

“Oh, I’m so glad, he is a special dog.” She took the Saluki’s long face in her hands and looked into his intelligent eyes. “And you are a great hunter, my son, the pride of the desert.” The long tongue came out again and slurped over her nose and she giggled. Snoopy threw himself down and rolled over for a belly rub. Jo happily obliged and Khalid couldn’t resist teasing her.

“Well, if I knew that was all it took to get a belly rub……” Jo grinned up at him.

“Well, now you know, so remember that. Where is Saleh? Is Sahar with him?” Khalid frowned. As he sat on the edge of the bed, he took her hand.

“No, and I’m not sure what happened, just that they may no longer be together. Maybe you can talk to him, but not tonight. We’re having a special dinner tonight, right here at home, to celebrate you saving my life again! So, dress in something comfortable and come on out. You have time for a shower first if you want one. Come on, mutt, let’s go.” Snoopy sprang to all fours on the bed and leaped off, following Khalid out the door.

Jo lay back on the bed, deciding what to wear. A special dinner, huh? There could only be one dress then, the teal silk caftan that Khalid had made for her. She showered, put on lacy panties and slid the dress on over her head. A bit of Opium in strategic places and she was ready. All of a sudden, the unmistakable beat of 80’s rock music filled the air. Good grief, it was Def Leppard! She slid her glasses on and walked out into the living room.

She walked towards the kitchen and saw Khalid by the stove, his body moving to the beat. She watched appreciatively as he played an air guitar and then went on to the drums, his bare feet pounding the floor.

“Pour some sugar on me…….” he wailed along with the song. Jo burst out laughing and he turned to her, grinning.

“Hey, lady, wanna be a rock star’s girlfriend?” He waved his wooden spoon microphone at her and did a bump and grind. His lean hips in faded jeans made her fingers itch, wanting to grab them. He sang along as he danced.

“You got the peaches, I got the cream, sweet to taste, saccharine…..!”

She sidled up to him, swaying with the music.

“Sure, I always wanted to be a groupie.” He chuckled, leaning over to kiss her and her hands clutched his shoulders.

“Mmmm, more of that later, taste this.” He held the spoon out for her to taste.

“Yummy, spaghetti sauce. Did you make it, habibi?” He nodded and stirred the sauce again. “The only thing I can make, as a matter of fact, learned it at the university. But I do it well. Ready to eat? Oh, Saleh said he’d be back tomorrow morning, and took Snoopy with him.” He dished up pasta and ladled the sauce on, carrying the plates to the table, where a green salad was already set out. The music kept changing, randomly playing songs from 80’s rock greatest hits CDs.

“Not exactly your typical dinner music, Khalid. But, I like it.” Jo hummed along as Duran Duran’s ‘Hungry Like The Wolf” came on. She finished her pasta and pushed her plate back, licking her lips.

“Delish, honey, best I’ve ever had. Of course, with you, the best is nothing new.” He smiled at her wolfishly, wiggling his eyebrows at her and she shook her finger at him.

“Down, boy! I’ll clean up, okay? Gotta earn my dinner.” He grabbed her as she moved to pick up his plate and pulled her close to him, burying his face in her stomach. His hands kneaded her round derriere, and she could feel the heat of his mouth through her clothes. Her hands came down on his shoulders, hanging on as his hands slid under her dress, exploring.

“Khalid, sweetie.” She squealed as he reached up and pulled her panties off with one swift motion. His hand zeroed in on its target, his fingers entering her hot, wet chamber, his thumb flicking her little nub. Her knees buckled and he set her on his lap, never losing contact. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely, devouring his mouth with hers, giving herself up to him. She tightened her arms as her climax hit, her body shaking, tears running down her cheeks. He held her for a long time, his hands soothing her trembling.

“Khalid, that was a rotten thing to do. Now, I have to try to stand up and go do the dishes. But, it was lovely, Thank you, my lover.” She leaned down, kissed his smugly smiling lips and stood up. Her legs wobbled a little and he chuckled. She giggled and stuck her tongue out at him.

She picked up her plate and then his and carried them into the kitchen. She called to him as she threw an apron over her dress. “What’s for dessert later? Anything good?” He didn’t answer and she washed up the dishes quickly, leaving the saucepan to soak. She wiped her hands, took off the apron and walked back into the living room. Khalid was standing by the stereo cabinet.

“Khalid?” He turned and held out his arms. “Dance with me, my jewel.” The first notes of “Still Loving You” by the Scorpions drifted out of the speakers and tears pricked her eyes.

“Oh, you remembered.” Khalid’s arms gathered her into his warm embrace and held her close. Her arms snaked up around his neck and she buried her face in his shoulder. They swayed together, all the hurts healed and the misunderstandings worked out. The lyrics were perfect and Jo cried softly as she listened.

Khalid rubbed her back, loving the feel of her in his arms again. He sang softly in her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

“’Try, baby, try, to trust in my love again, I will be there, I will be there…” Jo raised her head and locked gazes with her husband. Her gold eyes told him all he needed to know and he knew they would be all right. Their love was strong and nothing would part them again.

He lowered his head and kissed her, a tender caress of promise and renewal.

“Johara, if you ever leave me again, I shall surely die. My poor heart can’t take it. Ana ahibuk ya hayati (I love you my life).” Jo opened her mouth to him, deepening the kiss, her tongue slipping in to invite his to come and play. Her hands ran through his silky long hair, delighting in the feel of it. Khalid groaned into her mouth and grabbed her bottom to pull her closer to him. She could feel his hard staff against her belly and rubbed against it. She broke the kiss and pulled him into the bedroom with her.

She drew his shirt off over his head and undid his jeans. “Help me, habibi.” Jo’s voice was husky with passion as she pulled his jeans and boxers down and her hands started wandering around his body. He sucked in his breath as she ran her nails across his stomach and down into the soft curly hair framing his arousal. He kicked off his clothes and then grabbed her, pulling her into his arms. His mouth descended, claiming hers in a deep, wet kiss, their tongues exploring, reaching every corner. She tangled her fingers in his soft chest hair, teasing his nipples, tweaking them, while her other hand crept back down to caress his sex. She stroked it, loving the sensation of velvet over steel. His hands ran over her silk-clad body, kneading her full breasts, sliding down over her generous bottom, reaching for the hem of her dress. He pulled it off in one swift motion, his dark gaze drinking in her bounty. She leaned back in his arms, her hands pulling his head closer. He touched one of her nipples with his tongue tip and her knees weakened. He kneaded the soft flesh, the tips peaking in response. His tongue swept across them, laving the nipples. He raised his head to look into her gold eyes, dark with passion. He lowered her to the bed, following her down, whispering in her ear.

“You are so beautiful, my jewel. I can hardly stand it.” He lowered his head to suckle on a peaked nipple, while his hand moved lower. Jo sucked in a breath as his hand moved over her stomach. She whimpered and he smiled against her breast.

“What is it you want, Johara? Tell me.” He explored her lower body, running his hand down her ample thighs and back up. Her legs fell apart and she tensed in anticipation. He whispered to her as he kissed her inner thighs, his warm breath making her gasp.

“Tell me, Johara. Show me what you want.” He pushed her thighs farther apart and barely touched her nether lips with his fingertip. Her hand came down on his, pressing to her mound.

“Touch me, Khalid, touch me. I need you. Please!”

Khalid had felt her moisture before he even touched her. She was so ready for him. He stroked her outer lips and then moved in farther to touch the hidden bud he found there. Her body jerked up to meet his mouth, and he stabbed his tongue into her hot, wet, center, then flicked it over her sensitive nub. She grabbed his hair and pulled him up to her for a long kiss, her breath coming in gasps.

“Oh, god, Khalid. Come into me, now.”

Jo reached down to feel his sex, hot and ready. She stroked him and he groaned. He rose above her, and in one move, buried himself in her to the hilt, her muscles grasping him, holding him tight.

“Johara, you are mine!” Her arms grabbed his muscular bottom and pulled him closer yet. He started thrusting in and out, the friction building and the knot deep inside Jo kept getting tighter and tighter.

“Khalid, I love you, ya habibi.” Her words triggered his release, his last thrust the deepest. He ground his hips against her and Jo followed, her orgasm hitting her like a Mack truck. She dug her nails into his back, her teeth sinking into his shoulder. They shuddered as the waves of sensation washed over them, holding on to each other for dear life.

Khalid slid off of to the side, pulling Jo close to him. His arms closed around her, holding her next to his heart. He laid his head in her soft hair, breathing in her essence. As their hearts slowed, he lifted her chin and looked in her eyes.

“My heart, you are so beautiful and brave. Allah has blessed me, in truth.” He kissed her, smiling against her lips.

“What?” she whispered. He laid back, laughing out loud now. “Khalid, what are you laughing at?”

“I was just remembering Jake Simon’s face when you pulled your scimitar, ya habibti. His head whipped around so fast, I think he got whiplash. I knew just how he felt, though. I’ve felt your terrible wrath, also.” Jo smacked him on the shoulder.

“Cut it out, you ungrateful wretch. Next time you’re in trouble, I’ll stay home!” She rolled over, her back to him and pretended to pout. She felt one of Khalid’s arms come around her, pulling her in close to him. His hand splayed out on her stomach, rubbing it. The hand stopped at her belly button to dip in a finger and swirl it around, making Jo giggle softly, then moved down to the thatch of curls at the juncture of her thighs. She tried to hold herself stiff and not let him reach his objective. She felt his tongue swirling around her ear and she shuddered. His soft, deep voice whispered in her ear.

“Let me in, my warrior, let me feel your heat.” His finger slid in the secret part of her and stroked until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Her head fell back on his chest and her thighs opened to his questing hand. She felt his teeth on her neck and then he was sucking in a bit of skin, leaving his mark on her. His other arm had snaked beneath her and come up to tease her sensitive nipples, one then the other, tweaking them. Jo’s hand was busy behind her, running up and down his hard arousal. Khalid dipped into her wet chamber, feeling her readiness for him. He rolled her onto her stomach and lifted her hips. He placed his hands on her round bottom, positioned himself, and thrust into her scorching heat from behind. Jo gasped, his forceful entry taking her breath and laid her head on her arms, letting the sensations wash over her. She moved back against him, trying to increase the friction and he teased her, pulling back “Dear God, Khalid.” She felt his breath on her neck and he licked her ear as he thrust back in. The muscles sheathing him contracted in response and he chuckled.

“Ah, kalila, you feel like heaven.” His steady thrusts were tightening a knot in the pit of her stomach until she thought she would scream. He reached down around to the front, his hand seeking her secret treasure. He stroked the sensitive bud and she pushed back against him strongly as her orgasm began. He felt her tighten around him and lost it, both arms going around her hips, holding her tightly to him as he climaxed, his face buried in her hair. Jo lowered her hips, and Khalid moved to the side, one hand on her back, soothing her. He could feel Jo trembling and knew his heart was going as fast as hers. Her breathing slowed and she fell asleep.

She woke later, feeling for Khalid. The spot where he had lain was cold. She got up, pulled on his T-shirt and padded barefoot out into the living room to find him. She saw that the French doors to the balcony were open and she went out. He was sitting in a chair, looking out at the lights of the city, the Eiffel tower in the distance. She walked up behind him.

“Sweetie? Are you all right?” She put her hands on his shoulders and kissed the top of his head. His hand came up, grabbed hers and pulled her around the front of the chair.

“I’m okay, ya hayati, I just could not sleep. Come here, my beauty, give me a kiss.” He tugged her hand and she fell into his lap. Her arms wound around his neck and he kissed her softly. She saw the traces of tears on his bearded cheeks and spoke quietly.

“Were you thinking of Rafiq?” He nodded, his head resting on her breast. She stroked his long hair, the silky strands sliding through her fingers, her own eyes tearing at the thought of the beautiful, lost boy.

“Khalid, I think he was really a decent person, he just got off the track a ways. If he had had the chance, I really believe he would have beaten his drug problem. Did I tell you, he called me ‘Ume’ at the end?” Her voice was rough with emotion. “I think he really did not know what he had done to us until it was too late. And at the end, his true nature came out, trying to save Snoopy from that woman. He was your son, habibi, he was a MedJai. Even if he never became a warrior, he would have been a good man.” Khalid sighed, taking the strength she was offering him. He raised his head and looked at her, smiling.

“Saleh tells me he also called you ‘Mother’, Johara.” He sobered suddenly, his chestnut eyes serious. “He will have need of you, I’m afraid. He and Sahar are having troubles right now, and he asked if I thought you would help. He told me about it before he left this evening. Johara, I am glad my sons came to love you, or I do, more than anything or anyone. You’re a very special lady and I will always love you, my heart.” He pulled her head down for another long, tender kiss, sealing his vow to her.

“And I love you, my husband. Nothing will take you from me again, I swear. Now, I’ll sit with you and we’ll watch the sun come up and then go to bed for a few hours. Tomorrow we will try to help our son.”

Khalid laid his head on her breast again and they watched the sunrise over Paris.


STILL LOVING YOU
The Scorpions

Time, it needs time
To win back your love again
I will be there, I will be there

Love, only love
Can bring back your love someday
I will be there, I will be there

I'll fight, babe, I'll fight
To win back your love again
I will be there, I will be there

Love, only love
Can break down the wall someday
I will be there, I will be there

If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Your pride has built a wall, so strong
That I can't get through
Is there really no chance
To start once again
I'm loving you

Try, baby try
To trust in my love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, our love
Just shouldn't be thrown away
I will be there, I will be there

If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Your pride has built a wall, so strong
That I can't get through
Is there really no chance
To start once again

If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Yes, I've hurt your pride and I know
What you've been through
You should give me a chance
This can't be the end
I'm still loving you
I'm still loving you, (I need your love)
I'm still loving you



The end