The Sheik's Captive Bride (The Jawhara Sheikhs 3)

As soon as the coast was clear, he urged the donkey to a faster walk and quickly led them over the small rise of a nearby sand dune and down the other side.

Erin turned and looked back just before they reached the top, alarmed when she realized that within a few moments, there would be no Brock of their escape being seen. Kamal, please – come find me.

As Amir continued to lead the donkey further and further away from the refugee camp, Erin let her thoughts turn from ones of hope to ones of despair. Her parents should have arrived at the palace by now courtesy of Talib, and Shira would be returning with Khalil any day.

She was to have been married in three days’ time, but the chances of that happening were starting to look impossible now. Please, let someone come find me. What I wouldn’t give to feel Kamal’s arms around me right now!

Chapter 2

PJ Williams pushed her hands through her shoulder length, blonde hair in frustration, “What are we missing here?” She stood on top of the Humvee looking out over the refugee camp, feeling completely useless and inadequate – neither feeling something she was used to dealing with.

While her statement had been said to no one in particular, the handsome man in charge of security in Jawhara answered her. “We will find her.” Talib had to believe that because to do otherwise would be failure and that was something he never did.

Gesturing to her com unit, PJ looked at him and replied, “They just finished searching the last tent, and they found absolutely no sign of Miss Malone in any of them.”

Talib nodded his head, “I received the same report. I’m pulling up the satellite feeds from the last two hours again.” Talib turned back to the small laptop he had braced upon his lap, “If Miss Malone’s not in the camp, she has to have been taken across the border. There’s no other place for them to hide her.”

PJ turned and looked at the expanse of desert sand that stretched towards the neighboring country, “How far is the border?”

“About twenty miles.”

“Is it all flat like this?” PJ asked, indicating the current landscape, which was flat with only a few small dunes in the nearby distance. Her mind was already beginning to spin with renewed hope. If they had taken her from the camp on foot, they could easily be overtaken in vehicles.

Talib shook his head and set his computer down before walking towards the vehicle. Climbing up, he joined her on the vehicle’s hood before physically turning her ninety degrees to the right. Pointing towards the north, “There are mountains that way, filled with caves and used most often by the nomadic peoples. To the west, there is nothing but sand and sun. Only a fool would venture off in that direction.”

PJ quickly put the pieces together, “So, whoever took her is heading to the mountains.”

“More than likely,” Talib replied, impressed with how quickly the young American’s mind worked.

“So, why are we still standing around here? Why not go after them?” PJ turned, surprised at how close Talib was to her. Close enough she caught a whiff of his spicy cologne and could feel the heat coming off his side.

Swallowing, she tipped her head back and met his eyes beneath her sunglasses, “If we know where they’re going, why not head them off?”

Talib met her gaze, wondering what color her eyes were beneath the mirrored glasses she wore. Time enough to find out later! After you find Kamal’s bride! “It’s not that simple and you know it.”

Talib jumped down from the vehicle before reaching up to assist her.

PJ considered him and then nodded, “Yeah, I know it isn’t. I just wish it were. So, you’re the one with all the answers. What do we do now?” PJ allowed him to place his hands upon her waist and help her down from the hood of the Humvee, ignoring the way her body came to life at the mere touch of his hands. Get a hold of yourself! Sure, he’s exactly the type of guy that makes your mouth water, but this is neither the time nor the place! PJ smoothed her hands down her legs, refocusing her mind on the task at hand.

Talib didn’t miss the snarky attitude and while he didn’t approve of it, he also had to give her marks for fighting to maintain control of the situation. “We look over the satellite feeds and hope we can pinpoint where they’re headed. We also hope they contact the palace soon with their demands.”

PJ looked at him from the corner of her eye, “The Sheikh would negotiate with them?”

Talib smirked at her, “To a point. He might appear to be cooperating, but only until he could assure himself of Miss Malone’s safety. After that, he’ll move heaven and earth to avenge himself. Any threat against the royal family, extended or otherwise, is punishable by death.”

PJ swallowed before asking, “How?” Did they shoot them, or stone them to death? From what she’d seen, some parts of Jawhara still seemed pretty archaic to her.

“Hanging. Public hanging is Sheikh Kamal’s preference.”

PJ looked at him, waiting for him to elaborate, but he didn’t. “Wow! Just like the Old West.”

Talib cocked his head, “Old West?”

PJ waved him off, “Sorry! During the early years of America, cowboys and settlers used hangings quite often.”

Talib grinned, “Yes, I remember reading some of the literature from that time period. Very interesting how they meted out justice, although, I personally believe a bullet would have been much faster.”

PJ grinned at him, “Funny, I’ve always thought the same thing myself. I believe they were aiming for the drama as a way to deter other would-be criminals from going down the same path.”