In Pursuit of His Wife(5)

He saw a fleeting look of panic in her eyes. "All right, if you two promise to remain civil."

A promise Sebastian hoped he could keep. "I have no problem with that."

She glanced past him toward her brother. "Rafiq?"

"I will maintain my calm," Rafe said.

"I am counting on that," Nasira said before she climbed the remaining stairs and disappeared.

Sebastian decided he could use a bit of a pick-me-up and with that in  mind, he grabbed up the smaller bag, set it on the sofa, unzipped it and  withdrew a bottle of mediocre scotch, the only thing he had been able  to find at the lone liquor store in town. "Would you care to join me in a  drink?"

"No, I would not," Rafe said.

"Then would you mind providing a glass. I find it somewhat uncouth to drink from the bottle."

Without speaking, Rafe left through a door at the back of the parlor.  He returned a few moments later with a crystal tumbler he set on the  white coffee table before taking a seat in a club chair across from the  sofa. Sebastian poured himself a glass of the amber liquid. Though he  preferred ice, he thought it best not to press his luck.

After taking a long drink, Sebastian settled in on the settee as the  low-quality scotch burned down his throat. At this rate, the combination  of booze and jet lag could very well land him on his arse. Of course,  he could rest assured he would sleep well...on the bedroom floor.

"Where is your lovely fiancée?" he began when Rafe failed to speak.

"She is sleeping," he replied. "The pregnancy has fatigued her greatly."

Sebastian remembered that all too well from the time when Sira was  carrying their child. He also remembered the sound of her mournful cries  when she had lost that child. "I'm sure the wedding plans have also  contributed to that fatigue. How are you faring with that, by the way?"

Rafe crossed one leg over the other. "I have left the preparation up to  the women. I only require knowing where I need to be and when I should  be there."

Sebastian doubted he would escape that easily. "I suppose that is probably best."

Rafe inclined his head and studied him. "I suspect you did not detain me so you could speak about wedding plans."

Sebastian finished off the scotch with a grimace and poured another  glass. "No. I felt it necessary to outline my intentions toward your  sister. Has she mentioned me at all?"

"She only intimated your marriage is in shambles and hinted the breakdown is due to your inattentiveness."

As hard as it was to hear, he couldn't debate that assessment. "I've  only had her welfare in mind since the miscarriage. I wanted to give her  as much space as she needed. I realize now that was probably a bloody  bad idea to show up, unannounced."

"Yes, and it has created a problem that will not be easy to rectify."

It occurred to Sebastian that he could possibly elevate Rafe's opinion  of him if he appealed to his ego by asking for advice. "You seem to be a  man who knows the workings of a woman's mind. Do you have a suggestion  on how I could get back in Nasira's good graces?"

Rafe didn't seem to be flattered, though. "Perhaps you should return to  London and allow her to decide if she wants to resume the marriage."

Not the answer he'd hoped for. "Look, Rafe, we've invested ten years in this union    -"

"Convenient union    , not a love match," Rafe added.                       
       
           



       

Point reluctantly taken. "Nevertheless, I care greatly for your sister  and I'm not willing to give up what we've had for a decade without a  fight. But I need assistance in order to win her back. Who better to  help me than her brother, who knows her better than most?"

When Rafe remained silent, Sebastian almost gave up until his  brother-in-law said, "Shower her with small tokens of your affection."

"You mean flowers and jewelry?"

Rafe looked at him as if he were a total dimwit. "Not only material gifts. And do not concentrate solely on sexual matters."

No sex or hearts and flowers. What was left? "I'm afraid I am still at a loss."

"I have learned women appreciate gestures that might seem insignificant  to most men," Rafe said. "They greatly enjoy breakfast in bed.  Massages. Having their hair washed."

Sebastian could handle any and all of those things, as long as he had  some privacy to do them. "I now understand what you're saying, but I do  have another problem. If I am going to woo her, I bloody can't do it in a  hotel."

"And I do not wish to witness this wooing." Rafe came to his feet. "I have a possible solution to your lodging issues."

Sebastian finished his second drink and stood, realizing all too well  that he should have stopped with the first scotch. He'd always been able  to hold his liquor but at the moment he felt as if he could fly without  the benefit of his corporate jet. "What do you have in mind?"

"A private residence where you could reside during the duration of your  stay. The owners are friends of a friend and they will be leaving for a  trip out of the country for two months. I will call tomorrow and let  you know if they are amenable to the request. It will be up to you to  convince Nasira, without coercion, to join you."

Sebastian had no intention of coercing her. Not when he had other ways to convince her. "I'll try to persuade her."

"If you are unsuccessful, will you agree to return to London?"

Only if and when he had exhausted every option. "That seems fair enough."

"Good. I am going to retire now. I will inform you in the morning if I have secured the accommodations."

"Thank you, Rafe. I certainly value your opinions and your willingness to assist me."

The man seemed unimpressed with Sebastian's gratitude. "I am doing this  for Nasira. Her happiness is paramount. I will not tolerate anyone who  does not respect her wishes. Keep that in mind as you move forward with  your goal."

Before Sebastian could respond, Rafe turned and started up the stairs  without looking back. Sebastian dropped down on the settee and rubbed  both hands over his face. If he didn't get up soon, he could end up  sleeping on the sardine-can sofa.

On that thought, he trudged up the stairs and made his way to his  reluctant bride's boudoir. He rapped on the door and when he didn't get a  response, entered the room to the sounds of running water.

He had one of two options-leave and let her have her privacy, or shower  her with affection in the shower. Option two earned his vote. As long  as he proceeded with caution.

He stripped off his shirt, inadvertently popping a button, then sat on  the edge of the mattress to toe out of his shoes. He carelessly kicked  them off, barely missing the French doors leading to a balcony. In an  effort to compose himself, he removed his slacks and underwear with more  patience, then tossed them aside on the window seat to his right. When  he rose from the bed, he realized he would have to keep a tight hold on  his libido. He also realized he wasn't the only one standing.

"Down, old chap," he muttered when he walked to the door, then paused  to take a deep breath to regain some semblance of control.

If he played his cards correctly, this could be the first step in  demonstrating that he could be the kind husband his wife needed.

* * *

Nasira needed a shower and a good night's sleep. She also needed to  know exactly what Sebastian was saying to her brother, but that could  wait until morning.

Standing beneath the spray, she closed her eyes, bent on washing away  the memories of those intimate moments under the stars in the rear-of  all things-a Texas truck. Still, her mind whirled back to the interlude  and the way Sebastian had so easily unearthed sensations she had greatly  missed. Sensations she still experienced with a succession of tremors  and tingling. Her husband had so masterfully manipulated her into  oblivion with only a few strokes, and once more the heat began to make  itself known....                       
       
           



       

Nasira shook off the images, stepped to the side of the spray and  opened her eyes, determined to regain some perspective without undue  influence from her spouse until she was forced to face him again.

The plan went awry the moment the glass door opened, Sebastian walked  into the shower and moved behind her, as if he had a standing  invitation.

His audacity momentarily stunned her into silence. Yet when he reached  around her and grasped the bottle of shampoo from the mosaic tile shelf,  she spun on him, putting herself in close proximity to a very naked,  very virile, very stimulated man. "Do you mind?"

He took a quick sniff before placing some of the liquid in his palm. "I  do not mind at all. In fact, I like the lavender. Now turn around."