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know about the charade, Bethanne thought. She was still a bit bemused with the entire matter. This man knew what he wanted and went for it without hesitation.
    “Bethanne?” Jess said, looking between her and the sheikh as if suspecting something was amiss.
    “I’ll be fine. Just a few details to work out. If you can get on a plane within the hour, you better take advantage of the flight.”
    “In the meantime, I will examine the interior and cockpit,” Rashid said.
    Jess came closer to Bethanne when Rashid went to inspect the rear of the plane. “Is everything really okay? What happened to the fiancée?” he whispered.
    “Um, change of plans.”
    Jess still appeared doubtful, but he nodded and turned to retrieve his bag from where he’d stashed it. With one more look down the cabin, he turned and left with the sheikh’s man.
    The sheikh peered out of one of the side windows and watched as Jess entered the car that had been waiting and was soon heading for the main section of the busy airport.
    He nodded as if in satisfaction and headed for the front of the plane.
    “I assume you have your own bags,” he said.
    She nodded and pointed out the small travel case she used.
    “You travel light.”
    “It carries enough clothes for me. Two more uniforms like the one I’m wearing. And some off-duty outfits. I have reservations at a hotel in the heart of the city,” she said.
    “You were planning to stay in Quishari for a while?”
    “Yes. I’ve heard about it for years. Have pictures and books and pamphlets about the beaches, the history and the stark desert dwellings. I’m quite looking forward to learning more firsthand. I think I’m already in love with the country.”
    “Where did you learn this?” he asked.
    “From my father, Hank Pendarvis.”
    For a moment she wondered at the change in attitude of the sheikh. His face tightened as it had when he learned of Haile’s defection.
    “Your name is Sanders,” he said.
    “My stepfather’s name. My mother remarried when I was young and he adopted me. We do not get along. My father has been missing for three years.”
    “He is a thief. He stole one of our planes.”
    She blinked. “That’s a lie!” Her father was not a thief.
    “So you are the daughter of a thief.” Rashid shook his head.
    “No, I’m not. That’s not true. My father would never steal anything—especially from your family. He wrote how he loved working for Bashiri Oil and for Sheikh Rabid al Harum.”
    “My father. Who died when he learned of Hank’s theft.”
    Bethanne felt sick. Was it possible? No, not her father. She hadn’t seen much of him over the years, but she had scads of letters. And he’d phoned her once a week for most of her life. Whenever he was in the States, he came to visit. They flew over Texas, had picnics in meadows and spent time at the beach together. She loved those visits when her father would tell her of the ideal life he enjoyed flying for the senior al Harum.
    She raised her chin. “You are wrong.”
    Rashid uttered a word in Arabic she did not understand. But the intent was clear. He did not like this situation at all. Did he want to change the role she was to play?
    He leaned forward, anger radiating from him. “My family has been hurt by yours already. Do not betray me in this charade or it will be the worst for you. I am stuck—temporarily—but do not think I shall forget for an instant.”
    “If you want my help, you need to make good your offer to do something for me in return.”
    “And that is?” he asked, his demeanor suddenly suspicious.
    “Help me find my father.”
    He stared at her for a long moment, then stepped to the door. He gestured to someone on the ground and the man entered a moment later. He lifted Bethanne’s carry-on bag and went back.
    “Agreed. But if we find him, the law will take care of him.”
    “Not if he didn’t steal a plane,” she countered. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or stressed at the thought