‘No excuses, Tyr. You can still show people plenty without it.’
‘Whatever you say, Princess.’
Did Tyr have to lower his voice and stare quite so intently into her eyes? Jazz glanced around to make sure no one had noticed.
‘There’s no point sitting around doing nothing as we wait for the storm to pass,’ she pointed out. ‘The children are bored, and this is a great opportunity for those who want to benefit from your expertise.’
Her heart raced as Tyr raised a mocking brow. ‘Would you like to benefit from my expertise too, Princess? Or are you already a computer expert?’
She let a shaking breath out with relief, and then noticed Tyr’s eyes were warm and teasing, as they had used to be when they were kids. ‘Just pretend you know what you’re doing,’ she suggested.
‘Oh, I know what I’m doing, Princess.’
There was something in Tyr’s tone that made her suck in a fast breath. She pushed it aside by raising her voice so everyone could hear.
‘Tyr has offered to help anyone interested in learning more about computers.’
The stampede made him smile. He’d been leaning against the wall with all his attention fixed on Jazz, but she’d stitched him up good and tight. She didn’t know how good she was, he reflected as he watched her settling people down in front of the screens. And her spirit had definitely returned in Wadi village. The people loved her, but, more importantly, Jazz was gaining in confidence all the time. The people trusted Jazz, and responded to her. They confided things they would never dream of confiding to a court official, let alone Jazz’s brother, Sharif. This was where Jazz belonged, and he could only be thankful that she was beginning to see that for herself.
And how about his pledge to stay away from her?
He glanced outside at the whirling sand. How was he supposed to predict they’d be sharing an enclosed space like this?
‘They like you,’ Jazz remarked to him when they broke for refreshments.
‘Don’t sound so surprised. I have been working here in the village for quite some time now.’
‘But I am surprised. You’re really good at this, Tyr. And here was me, thinking you were a confirmed loner.’
‘I am, but we’re trapped by the storm,’ he pointed out.
Jazz was so enthused, she wasn’t even listening. ‘What we need is a new school and more teachers. I put that in my last mail to Sharif, so I hope we get an answer from him as soon as this storm eases up a bit. Everyone’s so eager to learn.’
He smiled as he listened to Jazz spelling out her plan. His thoughts were somewhat less innocent. There was only one woman in this room he wanted to teach, and those lessons would have nothing to do with computer skills.
He glanced outside at the rapidly darkening sky. ‘I’m going to call a halt soon, Jazz,’ he said, breaking her off. ‘I want everyone safely under cover before this storm gets any worse. It’s going to be bad, so I’ll see the elderly home, and then come back for you.’
She bridled at that suggestion. ‘I’m quite capable of looking after myself, Tyr.’
‘Are you? Would that be the same way you looked after yourself when you were out riding?’
Feeling her bristle, he drew the back of his hand down her arm to lighten the atmosphere. He could not have anticipated Jazz’s response. To say she recoiled in horror was putting it mildly.
‘Haven’t you heard a word I’ve said, Tyr? You must not touch me.’
The skin around Jazz’s eyes had paled to ivory, but her eyes were almost solid black. He’d seen that same reaction before in a woman, but never in a situation like this. Passions were certainly roused. No one was looking, but anyone would think he had cupped Jazz’s breast, or worse. How innocent was she, exactly? Utterly innocent of all things sexual, he concluded as Jazz continued to glare at him.
‘I’ll see the children home,’ she said sharply, and with a swish of her veil she was gone from his side, but before she could round up her flock, the headman called the meeting to order.
Tyr shrugged and threw Jazz a rueful smile when she was forced back into his company.
‘No hope of the helicopter arriving to save me from you, I suppose?’ she gritted out during a lull in the proceedings.
He held her gaze and saw her eyes grow black. ‘Not a chance. The forecast is grim. Nothing’s coming in or out of here today.’
Including us, Jazz’s worried eyes seemed to say. ‘Did you manage to speak to Sharif?’ she asked.