The Sheikh's Reunion Bride (Qazhar Sheikhs 4) (9 page)

Malik smiled. "You missed a wild celebration. Didn't he, Taz?" Malik asked his brother.

Tazim's dark brows set into a censorious frown. "Too much this time, Malik. You really need to settle down."

Malik groaned. "Just because you're older than me doesn't mean you have to give up on the good life altogether."

Tazim had always been the serious middle brother, always eager to reign in the younger Malik and his wild ways. It was a game they had played since they'd been boys. Rafiq figured that particular game would never stop. Sibling rivalry was something Rafiq understood, but being the eldest he'd always felt the pressure of assuming the responsibility that came with seniority.

Rafiq grinned. "If it was anything like last year's party, I'm not sure I want to know," he said.

Malik fixed Rafiq with a wolfish grin. "Oh, it was worse than you could possibly think," he stated. He looked like the cat who'd got the cream, Rafiq thought. Malik had a reputation. Come to think of it, all three brothers had reputations of one sort or another. Whenever the Al Kharif brothers went on the town in Qazhar, tongues began to wag and women got excited.
 

Rafiq guessed the fact that the three brothers had benefited from the handsome, strong features they'd inherited from their father, had something to do with it. They each shared the even features, powerful physique and dark, brooding looks that ensured they were always the focus of attention in Qazhar society.
 

Age wise, the three of them were in their twenties, with Rafiq the oldest and Malik the youngest. Rafiq knew that Malik wasn't in any hurry to settle down. What was he talking about! None of them were were eager to succumb to the fate of their recently married cousins. Although, if the stories were to be believed, all three of his cousins were indescribably happy. What was wrong with that?
 

Rafiq and his brothers also had the good fortune of inheriting the wisdom of their mother and an ability to see the world through other peoples eyes. It was a sensitivity that caused continual problems for the three men. Frequently, Rafiq had told himself, life would have been so much simpler if they could each let loose their innate unrestrained, masculine natures. But, their mother had taught them well and, as Rafiq had gotten older, he realized that their mother's upbringing had become one of the true strengths of the Al Kharif brothers.

Rafiq laughed. "Don't bother giving me the details. I can just imagine what it was like," he said with a low groan.

Malik lifted a brow."You sure? Things have been quiet on the dating side for you. People were asking for you."

Rafiq frowned. "Who?"

Malik counted on his fingers, naming various women who Rafiq had known to varying degrees of intimacy during the last couple of years. Each name caused Rafiq to flinch involuntarily.

He groaned. "Enough of that."

"And Naima was there with Sayid," Tazim announced.

Rafiq tightened his lips and nodded. He looked at Tazim. "Really?" Rafiq paused, deliberating about whether he should ask for more information. He could see an uneasy expression on Tazim's face.
 

Best to know the truth, Rafiq said to himself. "And how was Naima? Boisterous as usual, I suppose," he said sharply.

"The newlyweds looked happy, I guess," Tazim said. "Naima was pretty serious, actually."

"Really?" Rafiq asked. He dared not press Tazim any further lest he raise suspicions.

"She looked like she had something on her mind, if you ask me," Tazim said.

Rafiq nodded. It made sense that Tazim would notice Naima's unease, if indeed that was what it was. Rafiq's brother had always had an ability to sense if someone was troubled about something. Perhaps it came from his involvement in administering Qazhar's various healthcare facilities. Tazim had strong empathy for others. It kept his wilder streak well and truly in check.

"I have to speak with Sayid," Rafiq stated. "And soon."

"What about?" Malik asked.

Rafiq shook his head. "I can't go into it, right now."

Rafiq saw Malik and Tazim exchange glances.

Suddenly, Rafiq heard footsteps from outside in the hallway. Someone was coming downstairs, and Rafiq could take a guess who it might be.

A second later, Mia swept into the room, dressed casually. She'd changed into a light blue cotton dress that hugged her curves. Two thin shoulders straps were all that covered her exposed shoulders and visible hint of ample cleavage. The sight of that made Rafiq's throat tighten suddenly.
 

What was she doing here? He felt an abrupt concern as he saw his two brothers gaze in astonishment at Mia's appearance.
 

She clearly looked startled by the presence of the additional two men. Mia halted in her tracks and looked at Rafiq. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt," she said starting to turn and make her way back out.

Rafiq stood upright and strode across to Mia. "No. Don't leave. You're not interrupting anything, Mia," he said taking her arm gently.
 

When Rafiq turned he almost let out a despairing cry when he saw the expressions of disbelief on the faces of Tazim and Malik. Both men looked genuinely stunned at the appearance of the beautiful, young blonde woman with the sweet accent.

Rafiq saw Malik's mouth open, preparing to say something, but Rafiq blurted out: "Mia, may I introduce you to my brothers."

Mia looked as startled as Tazim and Malik. Rafiq felt her resist his gentle tug, as he tried to persuade her to follow him to the sofa. Rafiq met Mia's incredulous stare. He saw her reach a hand up and cover the expanse of bare skin at her shoulders. She knew how exposed she looked, and had suddenly become self-conscious. It reminded Rafiq that Mia probably felt very much out of place here. It was his duty to try and make her feel at home. No matter what it took.

Rafiq took another step, and felt Mia's arm slip from his grasp.

Malik stood and came toward them. "Rafiq. You didn't tell us you had a guest. And such a beautiful one, at that," he said. Malik sounded genuinely taken aback by Mia's beauty. All that did was trigger a surge of emotion within Rafiq, one that was nothing more than the desire to protect, the need to draw a line in the territory.

Rafiq moved, placing himself closer to Mia, and between her and Malik.

Malik glanced at Rafiq and reached around the obstruction caused by his brother, extending a hand and smiling broadly. "I'm Malik, Rafiq's brother. And you are?"

"Mia," she said shaking Malik's hand. Rafiq stared down at the two hands and felt a stab of irritation jab at him.
 

Malik tugged Mia's hand upwards, as if he were about to plant a kiss on the back of Mia's fingers, but Rafiq was having none of that. Rafiq reached an arm around Mia's back propelling her toward the advancing Tazim, forcing Malik to release his grip on Mia's hand. Malik's brows furrowed and Rafiq felt a momentary rush of victory. Rafiq grinned at Malik and took a step toward Tazim.

Tazim bowed courteously and Rafiq inwardly thanked his brother for showing at least a modicum of restraint.

Mia bowed her head slightly in response to Tazim's gesture. Mia glanced at Rafiq, and he was pleased to see a faint smile creasing her full lips.

"My brother has told me about you all," Mia said. "Not much, but enough," she said with a smile. Mia quirked an amused brow at them. "I do believe I'll have to watch my step." She glanced at Rafiq.

Was she talking to him? Had that been some sort of warning? Surely she wasn't asking Rafiq to simply back away, leave her alone to do her job so that she could leave.

"I can't believe Brad would talk about us behind our backs," Malik said with a grin.

"It's not what you think," Rafiq said to Malik. "Although I have told him about some your escapades. Let's say he was shocked," Rafiq said shaking his head and smiling.

"Clearly my reputation is at an all time low," Malik said.

"What reputation?" Rafiq joked. Malik shook his head patiently.
 

Rafiq looked at Mia and saw that she was glancing from brother to brother taking in the playful bantering.

"Last time I checked, we all had reputations to live up to," Malik said.

"Brad did tell me that one of you was a bit of a bad boy," Mia said.

Malik gasped in mock incredulity.

Tazim said. "I'm sure she's talking about you."

Malik shook his head defiantly and grinned. "Never! I'll bet it's our older brother who's had all the bad press in London," he said with a smile.

Rafiq felt his face color. Suddenly the sofa looked very welcome. Time to put a stop to this before things got out of hand. If Mia was going to find out anything about Rafiq it would be best to come from his own mouth, and not the idle gossip his brothers would undoubtedly unload.

 
"Won't you join us, Mia," Rafiq said quickly and gesturing toward the sofa.

Mia shook her head. "I don't want to intrude." Rafiq saw her glance at Tazim and Malik. "It was just a business question that occurred to me after you left my room."

Rafiq's face flared with heat and he glanced urgently at Tazim and Malik. For their part they both had looks of mild astonishment written on their faces.

"Mia's just settling in," he tried to explain. His eyes darted upwards. "Upstairs." He cleared his throat. "How is your room?" he asked awkwardly.

Mia's brows furrowed and she looked puzzled. "Fine," she said apparently confused at Rafiq's discomfort.

"About that question..." Mia started to say.

Rafiq turned to her quickly and clasped his hands. "Perhaps we can discuss that later. Or I can come up to your room," he said, immediately regretting the words when he saw Mia's features darken.

Rafiq tried to backtrack, glancing at his brothers who now looked as if this was the greatest spectacle on earth, to be savored for all its worth.

"Tell you what," Rafiq said hurriedly. "I have an office in one the wings of the palace. Perhaps you can join me there when you're ready. We can go over things in more detail."

Rafiq turned to his brothers. "Mia's visiting on business. She's only here for a short visit, isn't that right, Mia?" Rafiq said looking wide-eyed at Mia.

Mia hesitated and glanced at the expectant faces of Tazim and Malik. "Why, yes. I'm just here to sort out a little situation that's come up. Nothing too complicated," she said.
 

Rafiq could see she was wondering why he was being so cryptic with his brothers. But, she carried on with the pretense nevertheless. "I'll be heading back to London as soon as I've tied things up here," she said.

"Mia came instead of Brad. He's sick, right now," Rafiq explained. Dawning comprehension appeared on his brothers' faces. They both nodded politely looking back and forth between Mia and Rafiq.

He groaned inwardly. Rafiq had seen that look on their faces.
 

They didn't believe a word of it!

Rafiq reached out and placed his hand on Mia's back. "I have to attend to Mia, if you'll excuse me, guys," he said, immediately regretting his choice of words.

Why was it that everything he said sounded so wrong, and yet, at the same time exactly what he wanted. Because, right now, the prospect of being alone with Mia was all he could think of, and he wasn't ashamed of it in the slightest. No matter what the looks his brothers were giving him.

Mia gave Rafiq a sharp look. As if he'd received an electric shock, he removed his hand from her back.

"I have a few things to attend to on my own," Mia said giving Rafiq a reproving look.

Rafiq nodded. "Of course. I'll call for you in half an hour?"

Mia shook her head. "No. I'll be back down in a while. I take it you'll be here?"

Mia was making it absolutely clear she didn't want Rafiq anywhere near her room. He'd received the message loud and clear.

Rafiq nodded. "Sure."

They all exchanged a few more pleasantries and then Mia left.

Once she had left the room there was a stunned silence in the room. Rafiq met the gaze of Tazim and Malik and shrugged.
 

The sound of Mia's footsteps faded. The long silence was eventually broken by Malik. "You old rascal," he said grasping Rafiq's shoulder and shaking it good-naturedly.

Rafiq saw Tazim shake his head, a broad grin stretching across his face. "She's beautiful," Tazim said.

Malik's eyes widened. "She's not beautiful. She's incredible," he exclaimed. "That's Brad's sister?"

Rafiq nodded.
 

"Now I know why you ran off to London in such a hurry," Malik said.

"It's not what you think," Rafiq said defensively. "Mia's here on urgent business."

Malik quirked a brow. "Really? Why don't I believe you, Rafiq?"

"You can believe what you like, Malik," Rafiq replied. "She's just here to sort something out and then she's leaving."

"Yeah, right," Malik said grinning. "Sort something out? More like sort you out, Rafiq," Malik joked.

Rafiq sighed heavily. "I can see I'm going to get nowhere with you two. Just remember, Mia is Brad's brother. Show the same respect you'd both show any other guest."

Rafiq knew his brothers recognized the sudden change in his tone, and they knew that he was being serious. All joking aside, he had confidence they would behave with decency toward their very special guest.

Rafiq knew neither of his brothers would press him for more information. They knew how to respect each other, knew the boundaries that had been established throughout their shared upbringing.

Now, all Rafiq could think of was what was going to happen when Mia accompanied him to his office. He didn't know what she wanted to talk to him about, but whatever it was, it must have been serious otherwise she wouldn't have come downstairs so quickly after him leaving her room.

The anticipation curled inside him as he realized he couldn't wait to have Mia alone once again.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"So, that's it, then?" Rafiq asked Mia. "It comes down to that one transaction?"

Mia nodded and sat back in the chair on the other side of his desk. She looked comfortable sitting across from Rafiq, as if the expanse of the large wooden desk would act as some kind of protection. Not that she needed any protection from Rafiq.