The Sheik and the Runaway Princess by Susan Mallery Page B

him in the summer. He mostly shuffled me off with nannies or companions.” Sabrina held in a sigh. Thinking about her father always made her sad. “A few of them were from different countries, so that was interesting. I learned about their customs and a bit of their native language.”
    She set her napkin on the table and drew her knees to her chest. “Moving between the two worlds was more complicated than people might think. When I first arrived for my summer stays, I was always startled by the palace and how everything was so different here. My father was busy running the government and training my brothers. I felt out of place and not very welcome.”
    “A household of men,” Kardal said. “I’m sure they did not know what to do with you.”
    “I guess I can see that, although at the time I simply felt unwanted. I would spend a lot of time reading about Bahanian history and talking with the servants. Just as soon as I started to feel like I finally belonged, I had to go back to
California
. Then I had the same sort of adjustment all over again. My friends would talk about their summer vacations and all the things they did. What was I supposed to say? ‘Gee, I went to stay in my palace by the sea and practiced being a princess’?” She grimaced. “It sounds wonderful to someone on the outside, but it wasn’t. Besides, I really didn’t want anyone to know who or what I was. All they knew was that I visited my father in the Middle East . I never said who he was.”
    Kardal stared at her. His intense gaze made her uncomfortable.
    “Is this boring you?” she asked, wondering why she would have thought he would be the least bit interested in her life.
    “Not at all,” he said slowly. He leaned toward her slightly. “Your story isn’t unfamiliar. I, too, grew up caught between two worlds.”
    He paused as if he wasn’t going to say any more. Sabrina didn’t interrupt. She couldn’t possibly imagine what she and the Prince of Thieves would have in common.
    Kardal stared past her toward the door. She wondered what he was really seeing.
    “I was a child of the desert,” he said at last. “I could ride as soon as I could walk and my days were spent with the other children of the city. We had great adventures, first within the protective walls surrounding us, then out in the desert.”
    A slight smile tugged at his mouth. “I could ride like the wind and hunt with the skill and cunning of a desert fox. Part of each year, I traveled with the tribes and learned their ways.”
    “Sounds wonderful,” she breathed.
    “It was. Until I turned ten and my mother decided it was time for me to become educated. She sent me to a prep school in New England .” The smile faded and his mouth formed a straight line. “I did not fit in with the other boys.”
    She winced. “I can’t even imagine what that was like. You don’t strike me as a coat and tie kind of guy.”
    “I had never worn such garments,” he admitted. “I knew nothing of their ways, I barely spoke their language. My reading skills were minimal. I’d always had a head for mathematics, but no formal training.” He raised one shoulder. “I spent much of that year being punished for fighting.”
    “The other boys teased you and you reacted the only way you knew how.”
    “Exactly. I was nearly expelled.”
    “What happened?”
    “I came home for the summer. My grandfather explained that I could only be the prince of the city with the proper education. That to keep the city a secret, no one at the school could know who I was. They thought I was the son of a wealthy sheik. He told me that it was my responsibility to learn all that I could, so that I would be a wise and honorable ruler to my people. I promised him I would try to fit in and dedicated myself to my studies.”
    She studied the stern lines of his handsome face. “So you returned in the fall and this time instead of kicking actual butt you kicked academic butt.”
    “I would not have