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The Part He Hadn’t Mentioned

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The lift doors closed on Melanie’s expression.

Aziza let her head fall back against the chair.

“You could have warned her,” she said.

Daniel stood behind her, one hand resting on the handle.

“Would it have helped?”

“It might have given her time to rehearse.”

The nurse made a small noise behind them.

Daniel glanced at her. She suddenly became very interested in the medical bag on her lap.

“She’s concerned,” he said.

“So is my doctor. He managed it without calling me a suspicious woman in a hospi
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    Rebecca’s handshake was brief and firm.Daniel released her hand and glanced at the chair she had pulled close to Aziza’s bed.“Make yourself comfortable.”“I did.”“I noticed.”Aziza sighed.“If you two intend to do this for a while, I’d like someone to bring me more tea.”Rebecca sat down again.Daniel took the other chair.He hadn’t intended to stay. He had come to check that Aziza was comfortable before returning to the calls waiting downstairs.Now he wanted to know what sort of woman answered a question about hanging up on him by implying he had been rude to answer the phone in the first place.“How long have you known each other?” he asked.“Years,” Rebecca said.“How many?”“Enough to know she won’t rest if you bring work up here.”He looked at the tablet in her lap.“Is that what you’re doing?”“No. I brought clothes. She asked about work.”“Traitor,” Aziza muttered.Rebecca didn’t look sorry.Daniel felt the beginnings of a smile and suppressed it.Whatever else they were co

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    Rebecca was quiet for so long that Aziza checked the call was still connected.“Are you there?”“Yes. I’m trying to decide whether laughing would make you hang up.”“It would.”“Then I’m being very supportive.”Aziza looked towards the door.“He wants an heir.”“Most men in your grandfather’s circle do.”“I’m aware of the tradition, Rebecca. I hadn’t expected to be personally responsible for maintaining it.”“What exactly did he say?”Aziza lowered her voice.“That in his world, men marry for an alliance or heirs. Apparently, he doesn’t need my company badly enough to marry me for it.”“So he wants you.”“He wants a wife who can give him a family. There’s a difference.”Rebecca was quiet for a moment.“And you thought you could sign the papers, put his business in order and leave.”“Yes.”“Did you tell him that?”“Of course not.”“Then you’re having two different conversations.”Aziza stared at the closed door.That was the problem. Daniel was discussing a future. She was trying to me

  • The Don’s Wife, The Godfather’s Heir   The Part He Hadn’t Mentioned

    The lift doors closed on Melanie’s expression.Aziza let her head fall back against the chair.“You could have warned her,” she said.Daniel stood behind her, one hand resting on the handle.“Would it have helped?”“It might have given her time to rehearse.”The nurse made a small noise behind them.Daniel glanced at her. She suddenly became very interested in the medical bag on her lap.“She’s concerned,” he said.“So is my doctor. He managed it without calling me a suspicious woman in a hospital gown.”“She didn’t mention the gown.”“Her face did.”The doors opened.Aziza straightened as they entered the upstairs corridor. She couldn’t help looking at the doors, the windows at either end, the position of the stairs.Habit.Daniel noticed.Of course he did.“You’re safe here.”“You said that at the clinic.”He stopped walking for a moment.She regretted the remark, though it was true.“I intend to do better,” he said.Then he pushed the chair towards a set of double doors.The bedroo

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    His Mother’s HouseThe door shook again.Lilian moved the visitor’s chair out of the way and glanced towards a second door beside the washroom.“Does that connect to the next room?”“Treatment room,” Daniel said.“Let’s hope it’s empty.”She opened it and looked through.Aziza tried to follow, but her feet barely moved. The floor seemed much farther away than it should have been.Daniel looked down at her.“This is going to hurt.”“That’s a terrible thing to say to someone you’ve just proposed to.”He lifted her before she could object.Pain caught her breath. She gripped his shirt with her good hand and waited for the room to stop moving.“Sorry,” he said.She would have preferred not to hear how much he meant it.Lilian led them through the adjoining room. Behind them, the first door gave way with a crash.Daniel kept walking.Aziza looked over his shoulder, but all she could see was the doorway they had just left.There was shouting. Another shot.She tightened her grip.“Mathew,”

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    Aziza waited for him to laugh.Daniel waited for her answer.The monitor beside the bed continued its steady beeping, making the silence between them even more uncomfortable.“No,” she said.He leaned back in his chair.“You could think about it.”“I did. No.”“For half a second.”“It was enough.”He picked up his coffee, discovered it was empty and set it down again.Aziza watched him. He appeared perfectly serious. That was the worst part.“You don’t know me,” she said.“You keep telling me that.”“Because you keep making decisions that suggest you’ve forgotten.”“I know enough to make an offer.”“Based on what? The shooting? Your doctor should check you for a head injury.”His gaze flicked to the dressing near his temple.“He already did.”“Ask him to check again.”This time Daniel smiled.Aziza found it deeply inconvenient that she noticed.“You came to me for an alliance,” he said.“Between companies.”“Companies change owners. Agreements end.”“So do marr

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    Aziza woke with a dry mouth and the unpleasant certainty that someone was watching her.She kept her eyes closed.There was a soft, regular beeping nearby. Her left shoulder hurt. When she tried to shift it, the pain sharpened enough to stop her.Hospital.The casino came back in pieces. Broken glass. A woman in silver. Daniel turning away from her just as she saw the man on the balcony.She had been shot.“You can stop pretending.”Daniel.Of course.She opened her eyes.He sat beside the bed in a clean shirt, his sleeves rolled up. There was a dressing near his temple. He looked tired, though the way he watched her suggested he had enough energy left to be difficult.“I wasn’t pretending.”Her voice sounded rough.“You frowned when I moved the chair.”“Perhaps it’s an irritating chair.”He reached for a cup on the bedside table.“Water?”She nodded.He helped her lift her head. The movement hurt, and she caught his wrist before she could stop herself.He paused.

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