He stuck out his hand. “Well, Señorita Olivera, it’s been a delight to squire your loveliness all around Cairo.” I took his palm, his callouses rough against my skin, but I didn’t mind. “Someday, your compliments are going to get you in trouble.” “Not today,” he said with a slight smile. I returned his smile, despite myself. A peculiar expression swept across his face. Impossible to decipher.
