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she imagining a hint of a smile in those cold blue eyes? He really was the most unfathomable man. But, if his reputation with women had any basis in reality, he must be able to use that smile to good effect sometimes.

      What would that feel like? If Rashid Al Baha looked at her with desire? With wanting? She felt a slightly hysterical bubble of laughter start in the pit of her stomach and spiral upwards. If His Highness Prince Rashid bin Khalid bin Abdullah Al Baha turned his notorious playboy charm on her she’d run in the opposite direction. He was an absolutely terrifying man.

      â€˜I see. It is helpful to have it explained.’ The smile in his eyes became more definite.

      Polly just hoped she’d wake up in a few minutes and realise this whole conversation had never happened.

      Of course he didn’t need her to tell him what the international community thought about child jockeys. He was a highly educated man. A leader of men. He’d probably even been instrumental in implementing the ban.

      She could feel the heat rise in her face and a dry, nervous tickle irritate the back of her throat. Just wait ’til she got Minty on the phone tomorrow. If it turned out she had known about the ‘offensive’ programme made earlier Polly was going to personally shoot her.

      â€˜What I meant to say was that we wouldn’t be saying anything…contentious. It’s more a human-interest type of thing. A personal journey.’

      â€˜Personal?’

      â€˜Yes. Well, yes. That’s the plan.’

      â€˜But not yours?’

      She shrugged. ‘Only in as much as Elizabeth Lewis is my great-great-grandmother.’

      â€˜Your great-great-grandmother?’

      â€˜On my father’s side.’

      A frown snapped across his forehead. ‘That wasn’t in the paperwork.’

      â€˜I suppose because it’s not really relevant, is it?’

      For a moment Rashid said nothing. ‘Her legacy is still remembered in Amrah.’

      Polly risked a smile. ‘I still don’t know very much about her, but I gather she was…ahead of her time.’

      This time she was left in no doubt that his eyes were smiling, but his voice was still dry. ‘An unusual woman.’

      Did he consider that a good or a bad thing?

      â€˜That’s it, really. Minty and I made a short programme on Shelton Castle about two years ago—’

      â€˜I’ve seen it.’

      â€˜You have?’ she asked, her eyes nervously flicking up. ‘Anyway, it was fun—and quite successful in ratings terms so Minty found it easy to get the funding for this one. And, well, th-that really is it…’ She tailed off lamely. ‘She’s put it all together and I know she’ll be more than happy to talk it over with you. I’m just there to provide a personal connection to the subject.’

      And because Minty was quite determined her friend would find a life for herself away from Shelton. There was no need to mention that. It made her sound incredibly wet.

      Besides, Minty might change her mind when she heard how this conversation had gone. If Rashid had even the slightest inclination to open his country to a film crew again he’d want to be sure the resulting programme would be well executed and she hadn’t done much to instil him with confidence.

      Rashid stood up in one fluid movement. It was that panther thing again. He was all restrained power and energy, his mind finding an outlet in movement, and yet she would never describe him as agitated. In fact, you couldn’t really imagine anything much throwing this man off his balance.

      All of a sudden she didn’t care one way or the other. She’d done her best and that was all anyone could do. If this didn’t come off something would. Life was like that. It couldn’t go on for ever without a bend in the road.

      Polly finished off the last of her water and stood up, cradling the glass in two hands. ‘W-what do you think? Can we come?’

      His blue eyes flashed across at her. ‘There would need to be conditions.’

      â€˜Of course. Not that I’d have anything to do with any of that. But Minty was wonderful when she made the programme on Shelton. Everyone involved was really considerate of the castle and there was nothing intrusive or unpleasant about the experience.’

      Much to her annoyance Polly could hear a tremor in her voice. She wanted to sound confident and yet, somehow, in front of this man it wasn’t possible.

      â€˜She’s your friend.’ He brushed her comment aside as though it wasn’t worth nothing. It was the spur she needed.

      â€˜The programme on Shelton was one of five Minty made about different English stately homes. No one complained. She’s a talented and very successful documentary film maker.’ Polly raised her chin. ‘So, what do you think?’ she asked, forcing herself to meet his eyes. There was nothing to see. Not by so much as a flicker did he give away what he was thinking.

      â€˜Why now?’

      She’d been braced for an outright rejection and his question surprised her. ‘Now? You want to know why now?’ she echoed, and then gathered herself together. ‘Because of the weather. If we want to film in the desert—’

      Rashid cut her off. ‘I will think about it,’ he said, turning away and striding across the room.

      Polly stood, slightly stunned as the door shut behind him. She drew in a shaky breath. Heaven help her. That had been scary. But…he had left her with a little bit of hope—and, even ten minutes ago, that was more than she’d expected.

      CHAPTER THREE

      POLLY adjusted her long dark head-covering, trying to pull it farther over her blond hair. ‘How do I stop this thing slipping off?’

      Pete, standing closest to her, gave the front a gentle tug. ‘Maybe a hair clip? I don’t know. Do your best. It’s not required of Westerners to cover their heads unless they’re entering a holy place.’

      Yes, she knew. But Minty’s thirty-two-page ring-bound instruction booklet had also said a simple covering was sensible in the heat and generally considered respectful.

      â€˜Just relax about everything. So, where is this interpreter guy? Ali something, isn’t it?’ he said with a look over his shoulder at the cameraman.

      Ali Al-Sabt. She knew that, too. She’d gone through Minty’s ‘bible’and highlighted anything that might be important in fluorescent yellow. She practically knew it verbatim, but there was no point saying anything.

      â€˜He should be holding up a card. Easy enough to spot,’ Baz said, scanning the crowded concourse.

      â€˜You’d have thought.’

      Polly let the conversation wash over her. The five men Minty had assembled were all veteran travellers. They’d worked together before, knew each other well and clearly considered her dead weight in their team. It didn’t matter. She was here. And it was absolutely incredible.

      There were people everywhere. The guidebook had said that Amrahis regarded travel as an event and that whole families tended to see their loved ones off and meet those coming home. It was all a world away from her quiet and controlled departure from Heathrow, but she loved it. The noise, the bustle, the general excitement of the place.

      â€˜There! John’s over there.’

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