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she frowned. “Wait, hear me out. When… if you finish with him, I’ll be waiting with a big yacht.”
    Angie chocked on her laughter even as Alex’s arms tightened around her. Hussein Farhadi was unbelievable. She felt Alex’s breath on her neck as he let out a deep breath. “I’m not letting her go Hussein, so don’t hold your breath.”
    Angie stilled against him. What was he talking about? She felt her heart race frantically as she tried to make meaning of what he’d just said. She needed to see his face but he held her tightly so she couldn’t turn. She looked at his cousin instead and saw understanding dawn in his eyes. He didn’t know she was leaving in a few days and she didn’t correct him. What was the point? Alex was everything she needed in a man, but how could she know for sure? She had been so certain with Michael, so sure that he was all she thought he was and she’d been horribly wrong, with devastating consequences. She wasn’t sure she could trust her heart anymore.

Chapter Six
     
    Angie lay awake in the dark, lost in thought. After a hectic night of lovemaking, Alex had fallen asleep immediately. That was hours ago and she was still awake. She was feeling things she didn’t think she could feel and had no idea which way to go. She knew that Alex had feelings for her. He’d said as much in that strange declaration he’d made in front of his cousin several days ago. If she was honest with herself, she was more than a little crazy about him and each time she looked into his eyes, it did funny things to her. But she wasn’t interested in a long term relationship. Not like it could work with her living in the States. He had his business and his life here and hers was back home, even if it wasn’t much of a life.
    Angie sighed impatiently. Why was she even thinking like this? Alex was a good man, salt of the earth, true blue and whatever other noble epithet applied. He probably wasn’t the kind of man who could spend nights in a woman’s bed and not feel something for her. There was no need to read too much into his words, she decided. Still, she couldn’t help thinking about it and the thought that he’d been in other women’s beds pierced her deep in her chest. He was rich and incredibly handsome, of course he would’ve had other women. He was thirty two for goodness sakes. There was no way a man could make love the way Alex did without having had a lot of practice beforehand. Lots and lots of it. She was not naïve. But the thought really bothered her.
    Suppressing a sigh of impatience, Angie crept out of the bed. Shrugging on the silk robe that was hanging on the door of the wardrobe, she made her way to the living room and stepped out onto the balcony. The sultry heat of the Kuala Lumpur night hit her, then embraced her with its warmth. There was something exotic about the palm trees standing so still in the night. There was a slight breeze which brought some relief to the air, but it wasn’t enough to move the palm trees. They reminded her of Alex.
    There was something so sturdy and unshakable about him and she knew she’d been unfair dismissing the strength of his feelings back there in the room. There was nothing fickle about the man she’d come to know. True, he wasn’t all brooding machismo like his cousin, but was more open and friendly, using his charm to make others feel comfortable. But there was also a part of him, an intensity that she only saw when they were making love or sometimes in the way he looked at her when he thought she didn’t notice.
    She felt torn in several directions. She’d be leaving for good in a couple days and she was coming to the dreadful conclusion that when she left, she’d be leaving behind a large chunk of her heart. The realization had her wrapping her arms around her waist, trying to ward off a chill that had nothing to do with the night.
    Alex watched Angie hug herself on the balcony. The lamps outside illuminated her slender form and