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his eyes never leaving hers. “I have a Yacht. When he’s done with you, we can go sailing along the Andaman Sea.”
    Angie felt the blood leave her face as the smile completely fled from her face. She didn’t know what she was going to do until her fist connected with his jaw. She felt the sharp ache on her wrist but ignored it just as she was ignoring the fact that they’d suddenly become the center of attention. Instead, she drew herself up to her full height and stared straight at Hussein.
    She couldn’t believe the bastard was related to Alex. Well, obviously the resemblance was there, but what a waste of good looks. She raked him with her eyes and slowly settled on his crotch before trailing her eyes back to his.
    She leaned into him slightly and whispered loud enough for those standing close by to hear, “Your Yacht ,” she put a slight emphasis on yacht and her gaze flickered down to his crotch again “isn’t big enough.”
    She saw the glimmer of amusement in his dark eyes and grudging respect just before she spun on her heels and walked away.
    ***
    “Damn Alex, your lady packs quite a punch,” Hussein said, his eyes trailing after Angie as he absently rubbed the spot where her fist landed.
    Alex felt fury well up inside him as he stared at his cousin. He felt like one of the desert warriors of old and he knew that if he’d had a scimitar on him it would have taken all the angels of heaven to keep him from running it through his cousin. His looked around at the few people gawking at them in astonishment. Something in his gaze must have convinced them to quickly look away. He turned back to his cousin. “You’re a bastard, you know that?” he ground out with suppressed fury.
    Something flashed in Hussein’s eyes but disappeared so quickly that Alex thought he’d dreamed it. “It’s no secret that I’m one is it?”
    “Oh, spare me your self-pitying drivel! Your circumstance of birth has nothing to do with the cynical, black hearted asshole you’ve become. You listen to me, and listen good, Hussein Farhadi! If you’ve cost me that woman, you’re going to wish you were never born.” Alex spoke in a low voice, his fury unmistakable. He would have found the look of shock on his cousin’s face comical if he wasn’t so angry.
    As he strode in the general direction of where he’d seen Angie disappear, he prayed she hadn’t already called a taxi and left. He could kill his cousin right about then. He mentally cursed the fact that he was always the nice one. Hell, he didn’t usually use swear words, so he wasn’t surprised Hussein had felt he could insult the woman he was with. He was the good natured man, the peace broker, the one who could laugh away an insult just to keep the peace. As he stood out on the front porch of his grandparents’ mansion, that man was nowhere in sight. He was coiled tight and felt meaner than a rattlesnake. Underlying the rage was fear. He needed to find Angie immediately.
    He heard a slight sound somewhere to his left. He climbed down the short steps and walked to the porch swing by the side, stopping when he saw Angie seated there. She kept her eyes averted, staring off to the distance, but he knew she’d seen him. He moved closer to where she was, but didn’t get too close, he could feel his heart pounding in his ribcage.
    “I thought you would’ve called a taxi,” he said quietly. She flashed him a look and his heart began to race.
    “I don’t know where I am,” she replied. They were both silent for a while, then they began to laugh. “Can you imagine it? I’d already called Selesa Cabs then they asked me where I was calling from and I had no idea.” Her voice was filled with mirth.
    With a mental sigh of relief, Alex sat down beside her on the swing. “You’re in Petaling Jaya. It’s an older part of town,” he told her. When she made no reply, he reached out and gently brushed the hair from her face. She’d twisted the ends and used some fancy