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      “If you want to reconnect with your roots, you should wear a dishdasha.” She could barely picture him in the long, white traditional garment, with its knotted sash and ornamental dagger at the waist.

      He raised a brow. “Do you think I’d look better in one?” He was flirting.

      She shrugged. “No. I’m only wearing this because I don’t want to scandalize my family. I’ve done that enough already.”

      Curiosity flared in his gaze, as she’d predicted. “You don’t look like the type to cause a scandal.”

      “Then I guess my disguise is working. I’m trying to fit in and fly under the radar.”

      “You’re too beautiful to ever do that.” He spoke softly, so the waiter couldn’t hear him, but his words shocked her. She blinked at his bold flattery.

      “Even traditional clothing allows your face to show,” he said. “You’d have to hide that to go unnoticed.”

      “Or just never leave the house, which is what my father would prefer. He has no idea I’m out here right now. He thinks I’m at home writing poetry in my childhood bedroom. I’m twenty-seven and divorced, for crying out loud, and I have to sneak around like a naughty teenager.”

      Quasar laughed and looked as if he were going to say something, but just then the waiter brought their coffees. Dani watched Quasar’s sensual mouth as he sipped his drink and she cursed the shimmer of heat that flared under her voluminous clothing.

      “I think you are ready for that breeze to catch your sails,” he said at last.

      “I don’t know what I’m ready for, to be totally honest. My divorce just became final.”

      He lifted his coffee cup. “Congratulations.”

      She giggled. “That sounds so wrong, but it does feel like something to celebrate.”

      “We all make mistakes. I’m thirty-one and I’ve never been married. That has to be a mistake of some kind. At least that’s what my two happily married brothers keep insisting.”

      “They think you should find someone and settle down?”

      “Absolutely. In fact I’m not sure they’ll let me leave Oman until I’m legally wed.”

      She laughed. Since his brothers would not be likely to encourage him to marry a divorcée, this put them on a “friends only” footing that was rather reassuring. She could admire him without worrying that anything could come of it. But sadness trickled through her at the realization that she was damaged goods, and safely off-limits. “How do you feel about the idea?”

      “Petrified.” He looked rueful. “If I was cut out for marriage, I’d probably have plunged into it by now.”

      “You just haven’t met the right person yet.”

      “That’s what they keep telling me.”

      “It’s better to wait for the right person than to have to extricate yourself after you’ve chosen the wrong one.” He must have no shortage of women trailing after him. In fact two girls had sat down at a table near them and she could see them glancing over and whispering to each other.

      Then again, maybe they were whispering about her. She didn’t know how much had gotten out about her...situation. When she’d first arrived she assumed that no one would remember her or care what she’d been doing, but she’d forgotten what a small town Salalah could be, at least when it came to gossip.

      She stiffened, and sipped her coffee. “What kind of business are you in?”

      “Any kind of business that grabs my attention.” His gaze stayed riveted on her face. The way he stared at her was disconcerting. She wasn’t used to it. “I love to jump into a new field and be one of the first to stake out unknown territory.”

      “You make it sound like mountain climbing.”

      “Sometimes it is. Three-dimensional printing technology was my most recent fascination. Printers that can render a solid object. It’s going to revolutionize manufacturing. Just imagine, you could design and print out a new pair of shoes right in your own home.”

      “That sounds fun.”

      “The technology is even being used to print human tissue for operations like skin grafts.”

      “Very cool.”

      “That’s what I thought, so I invested in a start-up and helped them develop the technology. I just sold my share.”

      “Why? It sounds like a fascinating industry.”

      “I was ready to move on. Try something new.”

      “You’re restless.”

      “Always.”

      So that’s why he wasn’t married. He got bored easily, then moved on to someone new and more exciting.

      “What do you do?” He leaned close enough that she imagined she could smell his scent. But she couldn’t. The aroma of coffee was too strong. Why was she thinking about the way he smelled? She must be attracted to him. That would explain the quickening of her pulse and the way she was growing warm all over.

      This was breaking news. She didn’t think she’d ever be attracted to a man again. At least that part of her was still alive, not that it was likely to do her much good.

      His eyes glittered with amusement and for a frightening second she wondered if he could read her mind. “Is your occupation a secret? Do you work for the CIA?”

      Her face heated. She’d been so busy noticing her brain’s reaction to him that she’d forgotten he asked a question. “I’m an art historian, and most recently worked at Princeton. The ancient Near East is my area of expertise.”

      “Am I right in guessing that Oman counts as the Near East?”

      She nodded. “It’s a large area, and was the seat of many great civilizations.”

      “Mesopotamia, Sumer, the ziggurats at Ur-Nammu.” Tiny smile lines formed at the corners of his wide, sensual mouth.

      “Most people think of ancient Egypt.”

      “Do I sound like a show-off?”

      “A little.” She fought a smile. His arrogance and confidence had an effortless quality that was oddly appealing. “But I won’t hold it against you.”

      “Thanks. You should see the museum my brother’s put together. He built a hotel on the site of an old Silk Road city.”

      “That sounds like an art historian’s nightmare.”

      “You’d like it! There wasn’t much left, just a few stumps of walls out in the middle of an old oil field, and he’s recreated it as a luxury retreat, preserving as much as possible of the original.”

      “Your whole family sounds rather unusual.”

      He laughed. “Maybe we are. We all march to our own beat. The archaeologists who excavated the site found some pottery and small figurines. You might find them interesting.”

      “I’m sure I would. Do you know what era they’re from?”

      “No clue. Maybe we can visit the place together. It’s only a short drive outside Salalah. We could go tomorrow.”

      She froze. There was no way she could go for a drive anywhere with a total stranger. Even a seemingly handsome, charming and educated one. She didn’t really know anything about him. For all she knew, he could be making everything up. And besides, her father and brothers would forbid it. “I can’t.”

      “Maybe another time, then. Let me give you my phone number.”

      She glanced at the two girls at the nearby table. Their dark eyes were still darting to her and her companion.

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