Danger in the Desert. Merline Lovelace
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filled her days, and an assortment of study groups took up several evenings a week.
It was one of those groups that had hooked her on ancient cultures—especially Egypt. Since joining the group, Jaci had dreamed of visiting this cradle of modern civilization. Three years of watching her pennies had made the trip a reality. She refused to let a fall from a camel ruin it!
She confided as much to her knight errant once he’d deposited her in the passenger seat of his rental car and had taken the wheel.
“I really, really appreciate you doing this. I can’t afford to waste a minute of my time in Egypt.”
He slanted her a quick look. “Have a full schedule laid out, do you?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe! I’ve been planning this trip for ages.”
She settled back in the seat, thinking of the months of study and preparation that had gone into her trip. Thank goodness for the Thursday-night group. One of the members had been born in Egypt. A former adjunct professor at the Health Science Center, Dr. Abdouh had retired from medicine years ago. He’d been a great help to Jaci in preparing for her great adventure.
She would have to email him about her near disastrous camel ride and send him a digital picture of the little scarab now tucked in her tote bag. Maybe he could interpret the markings on the beetle’s back. He’d probably tell her the inscription read “Made in China,” she thought ruefully. She didn’t care. It was …
A shrill horn and the screech of tires cut into her musing. Gasping, she thrust out an arm to brace herself as a taxi shot into their lane. Her self-appointed chauffeur stood on the brakes and let loose with some Arabic. When Cairo’s unbelievable snarl of exhaust-spitting traffic had sorted out a little, Jaci gave him a sideways glance.
“You must spend a lot of time in Egypt if you’ve learned to speak the language.”
“I’ve picked up a few phrases. Not anything you’d want me to translate, though.”
There it was again—that quicksilver grin. Jaci felt its impact all the way down to her toes. She curled them inside her sneakers and barely cringed when Deke had to swerve into another lane to avoid a donkey cart filled with cabbages piled to an impossible height.
Jaci twisted around for a better look. This was Cairo at its most vivid, she thought on a rush of pure delight. Donkeys were vying for road space with exhaust-spewing vehicles. Multistory concrete buildings were decorated with Arabic arches. Old men were fishing in canals dug by their ancestors millennia ago.
“So where’s home for you, Jaci?”
The question brought her back around in her seat. “Gainesville, Florida. I’m an assistant research librarian at the university there.”
“Guess that explains the gator on your friend’s visor. The lady who took me for a white slaver.”
“That’s Mrs. Grimes,” she said with an embarrassed laugh. “She’s a former high school teacher. She takes nothing—and no one—at face value.”
“Smart lady.”
Very smart, Ace thought with a sideways glance at his target.
“Here we are.”
He dodged a stream of oncoming vehicles and pulled through an arched entry into a palm-lined courtyard. Kahil’s Egyptian-born, American-educated wife had opened her free clinic two years ago. Ace had been present at the ribbon-cutting ceremony. His company also contributed heavily to the clinic’s operation. Dr. Fahranna El Hassan was nothing if not persuasive.
She was also tall, slender, gorgeous—and iron-willed enough to have tamed Wild Man Kahil. And now that she had her husband on a short leash, she’d moved Ace to the top of her list for reform—a fact she reminded him of after an attendant had showed him and Jaci Thornton into an exam room and the doctor burst into the room.
“Deke!” She threw her arms around him, digging her stethoscope into his chest as she kissed him on both cheeks. “Why didn’t you give Kahil and me more warning of your visit? I have a cousin I want you to meet. She just might be the woman to wean you from your evil ways. Or …”
Her curious eyes swept over the female perched on the edge of an exam table.
“Have you brought one of your own for me to check out?”
“Curb your matchmaking instincts, Fahranna. I’ve brought you a patient.”
All brisk business now, the physician addressed Jaci in her usual blunt manner. “I am Dr. El Hassan. And you are?”
“Jaci Thornton. Mr. Griffin, uh, Deke and I just met.”
Fahranna lifted one delicately arched brow. “Did you?”
“We were at the pyramids. He was kind enough to bring me here after I fell off a camel.”
“Ah, yes,” she said with a wry smile. “The camels. What did you injure?”
“My knee, but it hardly hurts anymore.”
“Let’s take a look at it, shall we? You will have to remove your slacks. Deke, take yourself back to the waiting room.”
To Jaci’s relief, Dr. El Hassan’s diagnosis confirmed her own. She hadn’t broken any bones, just collected another bruise. The doctor recommended an ice pack if her knee started to swell and heavy-duty aspirin for pain.
When she walked Jaci to the waiting room, Deke tossed aside the newspaper he’d been perusing and offered his arm for support. Jaci took it with a shy smile that the physician didn’t fail to note.
“You must come for dinner,” she announced with a gleam in her dark eyes. “Kahil will want to meet the woman who moves his friend to such noble acts of chivalry.”
Jaci opened her mouth to decline the offer, but her companion preempted her.
“You know I never turn down a free dinner, Fahranna. I’ll give you a call later and set up a time that fits with your schedule and Jaci’s.”
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