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It was Raya’s idea to expand from tablecloths to include matching napkins and towel sets. She alone thought to hire the local Arab women on Washington Street to embroider the goods, using traditional Palestinian stitchery to make Darwish linens stand apart.
“And Deena knew that as well. She’s left us in a situation in which neither of us can exist without the other.”
“An ocean would not be far enough away,” he growled, “to relieve myself of the affliction of you.”
“I don’t even like you.” He nipped her neck. Pleasure shivered through her. “I detest you.” “You are far too opinionated.” “And, of course, you prefer women to be quiet and submissive.” His hand slid to her breast. “Apparently not.” She pressed herself against his hand. “Perhaps I want to submit just this one time.”
“Stop looking for schemes where none exist. The true reason we are in this predicament is because I find you entirely too attractive.”
“I felt desperate. Crazed. Afraid. I cannot bear the thought of losing you. I love you, Raya.”
