He gave a negligent shrug. “A cell phone and a title can do wonders,” he said dryly. “Go on. Put him in the seat.”
“You’re crazy if you think you’re going to take him from me!”
“He is Rami’s,” Karim said coldly
“He is mine!”
“And that is the only reason I’ve decided to take you with me.”
She blinked. “Take me with you where?”
“There are details to arrange.” A faint look of distaste passed over his face. “And I have no intention of dealing with them in this place.”
“I don’t—I don’t know what you’re talking ab—”
“Oh, for God’s sake, woman.” Karim stalked toward her. He stopped inches away, towering over her, his face stern, hard as granite. “Don’t play dumb. It doesn’t become you. I want my brother’s child. You’ll want recompense.” He paused. “Unless you’re willing to give him to me right now.”
Rachel stood as straight and tall as she could. For the first time in her life she wished she were wearing those damned stiletto heels.
“If you think I’d ever do that—”
“No. I didn’t think it, but then, anything is possible.”
“What’s possible,” she said, “is that I’ll scream for help. There are laws in this country—”
“Laws against an uncle wishing to see to the welfare of his dead brother’s child? I think not.”
“You don’t give a damn for Ethan’s welfare! You just want to steal my baby, take him far away and bring him up to be—to be a clone of you!”
Karim laughed. She felt a rush of fury sweep through her.
“You’re a despicable person!”
“Shall we deal with this in a civilized manner or not?”
Rachel stared up into that beautiful, emotionless face. Then she brushed past him, buckled Ethan into the baby seat and started to get into the car beside him.
The Sheikh closed his hand tightly around her elbow and drew her onto the sidewalk.
“You will sit in the passenger seat,” he snapped, “next to me. I am not your chauffeur.”
Rachel glared at him.
“You are not anything honest or decent,” she said.
It wasn’t much of a line, but at the moment it was all she had.
CHAPTER FIVE