“You said that was your brother’s job.”
“No, I said it was his job to pay attention to country distinctions. It is mine to know markets.”
“You’re splitting hairs.”
“I do not see it that way.”
“Stubborn.”
He gave her a devastating smile. “Like is drawn to like.”
“I’m not stubborn,” she lied.
“I can imagine those who know you well laughing at the hilarity of that statement.”
“Maybe.” She shook her head and pulled her plate back toward her, resuming eating her dinner, her appetite stronger than it had been in days.
Shewasstubborn. And liked herself that way, so she didn’t see it changing.
Jenna thought too many people lived without the things that gave them joy because they were not stubborn enough. If that was a self-justification for a personality trait that could be both weakness and strength, so be it.
“We will need to have a layover in New York so I can take an in-person meeting that could not be moved.”
“You’re assuming I’m going to Abu Dhabi with you.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Arrogant.”
“Undoubtedly.”
“At least you didn’t try to say I am too.”
“You have your own arrogance, but it is tempered by your compassion.”
“And yours?”
“No doubt could use some tempering.”
“You’re very honest with yourself and about yourself.” It was one of the things that drew her to Dima.
More than his brothers, he could admit to what others might consider flaws, but maybe that was because he didn’t see them as flaws?
Of course, he probably couldn’t imagine anything worse than lacking confidence like any other mere mortal.
“What is that look?” he asked her.
“What look?”
“If I knew, I would not have asked.”
“I was just thinking that you don’t suffer from the crises of confidence that plague most of us.”
They finished dinner without much more discussion, like Dima was giving her some time to think. Which surprised her, but she liked it too.
When they were done eating, Dima helped her clear the table.
“You’re awfully well domesticated for a prince.”