The Sheikh's Pregnant Bride (The Jawhara Sheikhs Series Book 1) by Leslie North Page B

she was destined to become the next Sheikha of Jawhara. Kamal had decided he wanted her, and his brother always got whatever he set his mind on. Always!
    Escorting Shira through the security gate and customs booths, he then led her out to onto the tarmac to the private jet that was waiting to fly them to Jawhara. He glanced down at her several times, taking note of her wide eyes and the bemused expression upon her face.  Shira didn’t appear to be one for surprises!
    “Watch your step,” Kale told her as she began her ascent up the steep steps.
    “Kale, I…” Shira began, stopping on the first step and turning to look at him.
    Kale steadied her on the narrow step with his hands upon her waist, “Don’t be concerned, habibiti . Everything will work out just fine.” Using his hands to turn her back around, he gave her a gentle tap on her rear to get her moving again, “Up you go. Watch you head, I wouldn’t want you to injure yourself before we get airborne.”
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    Shira carefully stepped inside the private jet and gasped at the sheer elegance of the furnishings.  Luxurious seating arrangements were scattered around the space, covered in butter-smooth leather with thick, plush carpet that begged her to remove her shoes and sink her toes into it.
    A slender and elegant attendant stood towards the back of the space, dressed in a sleek navy blue uniform with her hair pulled tightly back at the base of her neck. Shira looked at her face, hoping for some sort of recognition, slightly alarmed when the young woman ignored her presence, only coming to life when Kale entered the plane behind her.
    “Good afternoon, Your Highness.”
    Shira turned to Kale, a question upon her face, “Your Highness? But I thought Kam…”
    “All Crown Princes are referred to in this way. Kamal’s correct title is Your Majesty. I trust you can remember that?” Kale looked at her and when she nodded, smiled and gestured for her to take a seat.
    Shira chose a seat near the window, watching with interest as Kale spoke to the attendant in Arabic before joining her. “Rihana will bring you some refreshment as soon as we are airborne.”
    Shira nodded, still trying to understand how the plans had changed so quickly. “Did Rick or Damon call you?”
    Kale took the seat next to Shira, taking her hands in his and chafing them slightly. “No. It had already been decided that I would fly your team out in our private jet.  When Rick and Damon explained the need for them to stay behind, along with the rest of the team, I offered to make myself available to you and help facilitate your work in Jawhara.”
    Shira nodded, looking up into Kale’s eyes and quickly becoming lost in their warmth. Feeling herself sway towards him slightly, she fought the urge to lean against him. The feelings his hands were creating in her body were quickly becoming hard to ignore. She glanced down at their joined hands and was transported back to the last time his hands had touched her.
    They had celebrated the end of the negotiations between her company and his country and had retired to his hotel room after several hours of dancing at local clubs.  Shira had been full of energy and enthralled with Kale’s attention.
    She had been secretly trying to attract his attention during the months of negotiations, but he had kept her at arm’s length. When she had walked into the banquet hall, he had immediately captured her attention and kept her close to his side the rest of the night.
    They had just settled themselves upon a rug in front of the fireplace, sharing lingering kisses and touches when his phone had rung. Cursing, Kale had answered the phone, growing still and silent as he listened. Evidently, a major catastrophe was brewing in his country and he and his brother were needed to fly back immediately.
    He had given her once last smoldering kiss, full of promise and longing, and then asked his driver to take her home. He had programmed her phone with his