She was the portrait of goodness and innocence.
And somewhere out in the vast wilderness that surrounded this place, Asaad was searching for her.
Cam’s smile faded.
Gently so he wouldn’t waken her, he kissed her mouth. Then he lay down beside her, drew the comforter over them both and gathered her into his arms.
Salome sighed and lay her head on his shoulder. Cam lifted her hand and kissed it.
Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
CHAPTER NINE
LEANNA awoke alone in the big bed. The inky darkness of the room was filled with a silence so complete she could hear the sound of her own heartbeat.
“Cam?”
No answer.
“Cam?” she said again.
Her eyes began adjusting to the darkness. The door to the sitting room was open. Through it, she could see Cam standing out on the balcony.
She let out a relieved breath, started to push aside the comforter—and stopped.
Maybe he needed time alone.
She didn’t. She needed only to be with him, but there was no reason for him to feel the same way, especially after what had happened in the tub.
Her face burned.
Maybe he was disgusted with her.
She couldn’t believe she’d been so bold. Sex had never much interested her. Dance was a harsh taskmaster. It left you with little time or energy for anything else, but then she’d met Cameron Knight…
And she’d fallen in love with him.
Her heart did a little flip-flop.
How could that be? She’d only known him a handful of hours. Yes, but they’d lived a lifetime in those hours.
Who knew how much time they had left?
Leanna sat up and threw the comforter aside. She wasn’t going to worry about what Cam thought of her. Time was too precious to waste.
There was a robe at the foot of the bed. She put it on, tied the sash and made her way across the bedroom, through the sitting room, toward Cam. She stopped when she was almost at the French doors and let her eyes drink him in.
He stood with his feet apart, his hands clamped around the terrace railing. He’d put on his jeans though he hadn’t zipped them up. She could tell by the way they hung low on his hips.
Her gaze moved over his muscled shoulders and down the long lines of his naked back.
My beautiful warrior, she thought, and smiled.
“Cameron?” she said softly.
“Salome,” he said, and she could tell, from the one word, that he’d known she was there. Of course. He was too good at what he did not to have heard her.
She wanted to run into his arms, but he’d turned to face her and there was something in the rigidity of his posture that made her hold back.