'Get up and get dressed,' he instructed as he walked towards the door. 'Breakfast will be served on the sun deck in fifteen minutes."
As she watched him reach for the door handle the shade of reality sank that bit deeper into her skin. 'Nothing has changed, Hassan,' she told him quietly. 'When I leave this room I won't be coming back to it again."
He paused, but he did not turn to glance back at her. 'Everything has changed,' he countered grimly. 'You are back where you belong. This room is only part of that.' Then he was gone, giving her no chance to argue.
Leona returned to watching the sun inch its way across the cream carpet for a while. Then, on a sigh, she slid out of the bed and went to get herself ready to face the next round of argument.
In another room not that far away Hassan was facing up to a different opponent. Ethan Hayes was standing there in the clothes he had arrived in minus the bow tie, and he was angry. In truth Hassan didn't blame him. He was wearing a bruise on his jaw that would appeal Leona if she saw it and he had a thick head through being encouraged to imbibe too much alcohol the night before.
'What made you pull such a crazy stunt?' he was demanding.
Since Hassan had been asking himself the same thing, he now found himself short of an adequate answer. 'I apologise for my men,' he said. 'Their...enthusiasm for the task got the better of them, I am afraid.'
'You can say that again.' Ethan touched his bruised jaw. 'I was out for the count for ten minutes! The next thing I know I am stuck on a yacht I don't want to be on, and Leona is nowhere to be seen!'
'She's worried about you, too, if that is any consolation.'
'No, it damn well isn't,' Ethan said toughly. 'What the hell was wrong with making contact by conventional methods? You scared the life out of her, not to mention the life out of me.'
'I know, and I apologise again.' Not being a man born to be conciliatory, being forced to be so now was beginning to grate, and his next cool remark reflected that. 'Let it be said that you will be generously compensated for the... disruption.'
Ethan Hayes stiffened in violent offence. 'I don't want compensation,' he snapped. 'I want to see for myself that Leona is okay!'
'Are you daring to imply that I could harm my wife?'
'I don't know, do I?' Ethan returned in a tone deliberately aimed to provoke. 'Over enthusiasm can be infectious.'
Neither man liked the other, though it was very rare that either came out from behind their polite masks to reveal it. But, as the sparks began to fly between the two of them, this meeting was at risk of being one of those times. Leona might prefer to believe that Ethan Hayes was not in love with her. But, as a man very intimate with the symptoms, Hassan knew otherwise. The passion with which he spoke her name, the burn that appeared in his eyes, and the inherent desire to protect her from harm all made Ethan Hayes' feelings plain. And, as far as Hassan was concerned, the handsome Englishman's only saving grace was the deep sense of honour that made him respect the wedding ring Leona wore.
But knowing this did not mean that Hassan could dismiss the other man's ability to turn her towards him if he really set his mind to it. He had the build and the looks to turn any woman's head.
Was he really afraid of that happening? he then asked himself, and was disturbed to realise that, yes, he was afraid. Always had been, always would be, he admitted, as he fought to maintain his polite mask because, at this juncture, he needed Ethan Hayes' cooperation if he was going to get him off this boat before Leona could reach him.
So, on a sigh which announced his withdrawal from the threatening confrontation, he said grimly, 'Time is of the essence,' and went on to explain to the other man just enough of the truth to grab his concern.
'A plot to get rid of her?' Ethan was shocked and Hassan could not blame him for being so.
'A plot to use her as a lever to make me concede to certain issues they desire from me,' he amended. 'I am still holding onto the belief that they did not want to turn this into an international incident by harming her in any way.'
'Just snatching her could do it,' Ethan pointed out.
'Only if it became public property,' Hassan responded. 'They would be betting on Victor and myself holding our silence out of fear for Leona's safety.'
'Does she know?' Ethan asked.
'Not yet,' Hassan confessed. 'And not at all if I can possibly get away with it.'
'So why does she think she's here?'
'Why do you think?' Hassan countered, and gained some enjoyment out of watching Ethan stiffen as he absorbed the full masculine depth of his meaning. 'As long as she remains under my protection no one can touch her.'
Ethan's response took him by surprise because he dared to laugh. 'You've no chance, Hassan,' he waged. 'Leona will fight you to the edge and back before she will just sit down and do what you want her to do simply because you've decided that is how it must be.'
'Which is why I need your support in this,' Hassan replied. 'I need you to leave this boat before she can have an opportunity to use your departure as an excuse to jump ship with you."
He got it. In the end, and after a bit more wrangling, he watched Ethan Hayes turn to the door on a reluctant agreement to go. And, oddly, Hassan admired him for trusting him enough to do this, bearing in mind the year that had gone before.
'Don't hurt her again.' Almost as if he could read his thoughts, Ethan issued that gruff warning right on cue.
'My wife's well-being is and always has been of paramount importance to me,' Hassan responded in a decidedly cooler tone.
Ethan turned, looked him directly in the eye, and for once the truth was placed in the open. 'You hurt her a year ago. A man gets only one chance at doing that.'
The kid gloves came off. Hassan's eyes began to glint. 'Take a small piece of advice,' he urged, 'and do not presume to understand a marital relationship until you have tried it for yourself.'
'I know a broken-hearted woman when I see one,' Ethan persisted.
'And has she been any less broken-hearted in the year we have been apart?'
Game, set and match, Hassan recognised, as the other man conceded that final point to him, and with just a nod of his head Ethan went out of the door and into the capable hands of the waiting Raflq.
At about the same time that Rafiq was escorting Ethan to the waiting launch presently tied up against the side of the yacht, Leona was slipping her arms into the sleeves of a white linen jacket that matched the white linen trousers she had chosen to wear. Beneath the jacket she wore a pale green sun top and she had contained her hair in a simple pony-tail tied up with a green silk scarf. As she turned towards the door she decided that if she managed to ignore the throbbing ache happening inside her then she was as ready as she ever could be for the battle she knew was to come with Hassan.
Stepping out of the stateroom, the first person she saw was a bearded man dressed in a long white tunic and the usual white gutrah on his head.
'Faysal!' Her surprise was clear, her smile warm. Faysal responded by pressing his palms together and dipping into the kind of low bow that irritated Hassan but didn't bother Leona at all simply because she ignored it. 'I didn't know you were here on the boat. Are you well?' she enquired as she walked towards him.
'I am very well, my lady,' he confirmed, but beneath the beard she had a suspicion he was blushing uncomfortably at the informal intimacy she was showing him.
'And your wife?' she asked gently.
'Oh, she is very well,' he confirmed with a distinct softening in his formal tone. 'The-er-problem she suffered has gone completely. We are most grateful to you for taking the trouble to ensure she was treated by the best people.'
'I didn't do anything but point her in the right direction, Faysal.' Leona smiled, 'I am only grateful that she felt she could confide in me.'
'You saved her life.'
'Many people saved her life.' Daring his affront, she crossed the invisible line Arab males drew between themselves and females and reached out to press her hands against the backs of his hands. 'But you and I were good conspirators, hmm, Faysal?"
'Indisputably, my lady.' His mouth almost cracked into a smile but he was too stressed at having her hands on his, and in the end she relented and moved away.
'If you would come this way...' he bowed '...I am to escort you to my lord Hassan.'
Ah, my lord Hassan, Leona thought, and felt her lighter mood drop again as Faysal indicated that she precede him down the steps she had taken a tumble on the night before. On the other side of the foyer was a staircase which Leona presumed led up to the deck above.
With Faysal tracking two steps behind her, she made her way up and into the sunlight flooding the upper deck, where she paused to take a look around. The sky was a pure, uninterrupted blue and the sea the colour of turquoise. The sun was already hot on her face and she had to shade her eyes against the way it was reflecting so brightly off the white paintwork of the boat.