Protecting the Desert Princess(50)

                A mini-tornado with black hair and eyes had spun into his life and changed every part of it, and she didn’t even seem aware of the damage she would leave behind.

                ‘Layla!’ he warned as her fingers moved towards the stereo, and the anger in his voice was more than was merited, perhaps, but it came from within.

                ‘Can I just remind you that I am a princess…?’

                He climbed out of the car with his mounting temper and walked back to his sprawling home. She rushed after him.

                ‘Don’t walk away from me,’ Layla ordered. ‘Mikael. You do not walk away from me.’

                She soon changed her mind when he turned and she saw the look in his eyes as he strode back towards her.

                ‘Okay, you can go now,’ she said, but he did not stop walking till he was right in her face.

                ‘Never,’ Mikael said, ‘pull the princess rank on me.’

                ‘But I am one.’

                ‘Don’t we all know it?’

                ‘You’re cross with me.’

                ‘You—’ Mikael was on the edge of losing his temper; he never did—nothing goaded him, he was the goader ‘—are the limit. Have the keys.’ He tossed them at her. ‘Better yet, I’ll take you back to the hotel and leave you there. Better still, I’ll take you back to the city and leave you on the street. I’m done.’

                He bent down to pick up the keys from the ground and headed back to the car. It was better that he was away from her; she’d have his heart otherwise.

                ‘Come on.’

                ‘Where?’

                ‘I just told you.’

                ‘You can’t leave me in the city.’

                ‘I am,’ he said.

                ‘Everyone is looking for me.’

                ‘You’ll be very easy to find,’ he said, and opened the door for her. ‘In.’

                ‘No.’

                ‘In.’

                ‘No.’

                ‘Fine,’ he said, ‘then you get to stay at the house. I’m off to the hotel…’

                He started the engine and she ran in front of the car.

                He sat with the engine idling, in air-conditioned comfort, as Layla stood in the hot Australian sun, and he was a fool to even pretend that he did not love her.

                Life, Mikael thought as she came round to his window, had been so much more straightforward without her in it.

                She tapped on the window and waited as it slid down.

                ‘Please don’t go.’ she pleaded, but he said nothing. ‘I was playing and I should have listened.’ Still Mikael stared ahead. ‘I’m sorry,’ she mumbled.

                ‘For…?’