“Nothing about this is funny,” Khalil said stiffly.
Tarif didn’t even bother dignifying the words with an answer. Khalil wasn’t the Emir Sheikh simply because he was Prince Khalid’s only son. Tarif and his other cousins had only chosen to serve him because they knew no one loved their nation more than Khalil did. Khalil’s entire life had been about serving Ramil, and Tarif could not remember the last time his cousin had allowed anything to distract him from his duties---
Until Harper Griffiths.
He had always privately thought that the American woman would make a good match for the king, and now Tarif had no doubts at all. Harper was good for Khalil, if only to remind his cousin that there was life beyond the dictates of the throne.
Glancing at the sheikh, he said conversationally, “I once told Altair that you must have such moments, too, but he didn’t believeme.”
Khalil frowned. “What moments?”
“Where you let dick win over yourmind.”