Again, Shahrzad felt the fury beneath her palm as she pressed against Khalid, keeping him in his seat with nothing more than the force of her will. She nodded. “I can’t say I’m surprised. As for me? I believe I’ll leave this set of goods on the rack, as well. I have no interest in . . . tiny cucumbers.” At this, Khalid’s head twisted to hers, his eyes registering shock. And the edge of his lips twitching. The silence around them was deafening for a painful beat.
