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worried about me embarking on an unsuitable romance. He doesn’t trust my judgment.”
    “You’d better keep your distance. As an Omani he’s not going to approve of me since I’m divorced, so you can go ahead and think of me as off-limits.”
    “What if that just makes me want you more?”
    “Then you’re incorrigible.”
    “You wouldn’t be the first to call me that. Actually you might. That’s a pretty unusual word.
Impossible
is a more popular choice.”
    A smile tugged at the edges of her mouth. “An impossible man is the very last thing I need, so I think we can mutually agree to be platonic.”
    “Speak for yourself.”
    “I think I just did.” She smiled and walked quietly over to a display of large, ornate coffeepots.
    Dani wasn’t playing hard to get. She
was
hard to get. In fact kissing her might take the same amount of effort required to climb Mount Kilimanjaro. On the other hand, it might well be worth it, and he did enjoy a challenge.

Three
    H ow could a simple glance get her excited? Especially from someone who was an obvious playboy. He wouldn’t be this confident and flirtatious if he weren’t. He was exactly the kind of man she needed to stay away from. She shouldn’t be here at all. And when she looked at her watch, she realized she’d be lucky if she got back home in time. “I really do have to get back to Salalah now.” They’d been browsing in the museum for nearly two hours. She’d endured many exciting brushes against him as he leaned over a new oil jar or polished brass mirror to get a closer look. His scent filled her senses like an intoxicating drug. It was lucky he hadn’t made a move on her as she wasn’t at all sure how she’d react.
    Like a junkie, probably.
    “Of course. Let’s go.” He pushed the door open from behind her. “I have to admit that I thought of this stuff as a bunch of old junk last time I was here, but seeing the pieces through your eyes brings them back to life.”
    Seeing herself through his eyes was bringing her back to life. When Quasar looked at her she almost felt as if he could see right through her billowing traditional attire to her body beneath. Her skin hummed with awareness of his interest in her. The desire racing along her veins shocked her, when she’d been so sure she’d never feel it again.
    “I’d love to learn more about the history of the site.” She tried to distract herself from the mysterious sensations tingling in her blood. To focus on the unusual townlike layout of the resort, with its central oasis and native plantings.
    “You need to talk to my sister-in-law—Celia. I know she did some research in order to plan the landscaping.”
    Dani swallowed. She couldn’t imagine that he’d really introduce her to his family. They’d be bound to disapprove of her.
    Quasar led her past the bubbling fountain and back through the spacious, open hotel lobby.
    “What a lovely place.”
    “Very profitable, too, apparently. It got recommended in
Condé Nast Traveler
almost as soon as it opened and it’s been booked solid ever since.”
    “Tourism will be good for the Omani economy. It’s important to diversify. The oil won’t last forever.”
    “Too true. I should probably be paying more attention to business opportunities while I’m here. Usually that’s foremost on my mind, but I seem to be a little distracted.” His flashing glance made something ripple inside her.
    A valet had Quasar’s car ready before they even reached the main entrance. Quasar opened the door for her himself, a thoughtful gesture that touched her. She told him about her Ph.D. thesis as they sped back across the desert.
    “Persian painting, huh? Aren’t some of those erotic?”
    “Absolutely. Some were even intended as instruction in the art of lovemaking.”
    “Have you tried following the instructions?”
    She laughed. “No. That would not have been my ex-husband’s style at all. He didn’t like being told what to do.” Sex with Gordon