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“But maybe it isn’t the truth Maybe you have some idea of me that I’m not—”

“I don’t think so”

Her brow creased Her head had begun to throb again Aive her a headache in just minutes

The probleht, was that he was too confident Too sure of himself, and comfortable with his power

It didn’t help that he was so powerfully shaped, either, as if cut from the desert rock and ravines—solid, invincible He wasn’t just tall, he was broad, strong, big in the arriors were big He dwarfed the tent, ate up space with his endless legs and broad shoulders His wrists and hands were just as iolden-bronze froave him the look of the barbarian His hair was thick, jet-black, and long His hair ought to be cut or at least tied back froh his jaas smoother than it had been Norrowth of beard but he

“Tair,” she said, and her voice was soft, al “I’m not whatever you think I am”

“And what do I think you are?”

“A spy!” Tally flashed, livid all over again

Tair chuckled softly, dark hair falling forward, shadowing his face “You object?”

“Of course I’m not a spy Why would I be a spy? My cah-tech!” She continued to frown at hily attractive If only she didn’t find tall, dark, handso If only Paolo had been blonde, frail But no, Paolo had been her type, too Brazilian, rugged, muscular, handsome

But Tair, he put a whole new spin on rugged and muscular

He put a whole new spin on everything

“Why do you have such an excellent vocabulary?” she asked, exasperated It alish was better than hers “You speak English flawlessly”

“You pick up things along the way,” he answered, shifting a little and then placing one pale suede boot on top of the other “But tell me more about these first i?”

He’d changed the subject, she noticed, deliberately focusing the attention away from him back on her He certainly didn’t reveal much about himself and yet there was lots she’d like to know Like—was hehad he been sheikh? “You want s aboutabout you”