Pyramids and Promises (Omega Mu Alpha Brothers Book 2)

by Loth, Kimberly

  “Of course. We’ll go see an alabaster factory, visit the Luxor Temple, and see the sound and light show tonight.” He thought for a few seconds. He’d plan something cool for breakfast the next morning too, but he wouldn’t tell her about that.

  They spent the afternoon seeing the sights. Jessica was the perfect tourist, genuinely awed by the places he took her. The Luxor Temple was a huge hit. Even he had to admit it was pretty cool. And she wouldn’t put that stupid selfie stick away. He wondered how many pictures she’d post of him on her Facebook page.

  In the middle of the temple, she stood up on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear. “Close your eyes, count to ten, and come find me.” Then she took off, weaving in between all the columns. There were probably a hundred of them in the room, all with a six-foot diameter. He’d never find her.

  But he did as she told him. Life would certainly not be dull with her around. It took him a full ten minutes to finally lay eyes on her. She was hiding behind a pillar and peeking around the other side. He tapped her on the shoulder.

  She squealed and started to run, but he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her tight against his body. Her hair was flying everywhere, and she quickly brushed it all out of her face.

  She grinned at him.

  “You’re pretty sneaky. What do I get for finding you?” He desperately wanted to take advantage of the moment. But she wiggled out of his grip.

  “You get a turn. I’ll close my eyes.”

  She covered her eyes and counted. He fought down the desire to pull her into his arms again. Instead, he took a deep steadying breath. This girl was making him want to forget his plan and move way too fast. He watched her for a second and debated on staying right there. But she’d be delighted if he played along. On her count of five he disappeared. She found him three minutes later.

  “You don’t hide very well,” she pouted, sticking out her perfectly biteable lower lip. He shook his head.

  “Maybe I wanted to be found.”

  Jessica woke the next morning still exhausted. She and Conner ran around all day long and didn’t get back to the hotel until late. He wanted to do something again at sunrise, but she refused and told him she needed her beauty rest. Which wasn’t far off. In the mirror her eyes were puffy, and dark lines curved down toward her cheekbones. She sighed. This was definitely an extra make up day.

  Conner knocked on her door at seven a.m. She was ready to go, but only because she opted for a ponytail instead of doing her hair. Did he have to be so punctual?

  “Morning, beautiful.” He gave her a slow grin.

  “Please tell me you have coffee again?”

  He held out his hands, each with a cup in them.

  “You are the best.”

  “I am, aren’t I?” He winked at her. “Are you packed? Omar will keep our bags in the car.”

  “I really do need to get home early today.” She shook her head. Of course he had one more stop planned.

  “I know. I wanted to do this two hours ago, so no complaining.”

  “Whatever,” she grumbled.

  He took her bag and handed it to the driver. She gave Conner a sideways glance. Of course he looked perfectly rested. No dark circles under those green eyes, and his hair fell carelessly over his forehead. She’d be willing to bet it took him hours to look so effortless. At least she hoped it did.

  “Have you enjoyed yourself?” he asked and took a sip of his coffee.

  “I have.” She settled back in her seat. “You’ve done a pretty good job as tour guide.”

  “Pretty good.” He glanced at her over the lid of his cup, and Jessica silently cursed the butterflies that flapped in her stomach. If he wasn’t so flirty and hot, she wouldn’t have to constantly remind herself to be on her guard.

  “I think I’ve done a hell of a job,” he said.

  She grinned and shrugged. His ego didn’t need more than that.

  The car pulled up to the river. Jessica had been watching Conner and not paying the slightest bit of attention to where they were going. Now though, she craned her neck to get a look at the Nile and the dock that stretched out into the murky water. Conner chuckled and helped her out of the car. Sweat immediately formed on the back of her neck. How could it already be so hot? She would never get used to this heat.

  He tucked her hand into his elbow, and they walked up to a small boat with an enormous sail. It was old and didn’t look safe next to the dock, let alone to sail on the river. Conner climbed aboard and then reached back for her.

  “I’m pretty sure this thing is going to sink.” She peered over the edge of the dock. She’d always heard that crocodiles inhabited the Nile.

  Conner gave her a crooked grin. “You really think I’d be on here if I thought that? Egyptians have been sailing these things for thousands of years. It won’t sink.”

  “It looks thousands of years old. Are you sure this one wasn’t around when they built the Luxor Temple?”

  “Maybe, but it’s safe.”

  She shook her head. No way was she getting in that rickety old thing.

  “I promise you.” His eyes were wide and clear. Jessica had to be crazy, but she believed him. Her hand slipped into his, and she stepped aboard next to him. He held her for a second longer than he needed to before he released her with a smile that made her skin burn hotter than the desert heat ever could.

  “Where are we going?” Her throat was dry.

  Conner shrugged. “Nowhere. This is a felucca. The point is just to sail on the Nile. We’ll have breakfast and then catch our flight home.”

  A huge spread of food sat on a large box in the middle of the boat. Colorful fruit, eggs, bread with hummus, and some dishes Jessica couldn’t name. It all looked spectacular though.

  A vase filled with exotic flowers sat in the middle of the food. They were unique and gorgeous, and contained not a single Gerbera daisy. When Jessica crept closer, she discovered the vase was the one she admired at the alabaster factory but didn’t buy because it was too expensive. Another Conner surprise.

  “How did you get all of this set up?” Jessica ran a finger along the curve of the vase.

  “I know a guy,” he said. Jessica bit back a smile. She couldn’t help but wonder how often Conner was told “no.”

  He came around behind her, grabbed an apple off the table, and sprawled out on one of the benches. The boat was a lot bigger than she first thought.

  “How many people do they get on these things?”

  “I’ve been to parties that had thirty or forty. If it gets to be much more than that, they’ll lash two boats together and sail them as one. Trust me, they’ll be times in Cairo where you’ll just want to get away from the craziness. There are feluccas in Maadi. You just go down to the river and give the driver ten bucks, and you can take a nap on the boat for an hour. Though I wouldn’t recommend that you go alone.”

  She picked a piece of flatbread and dipped it in the hummus.

  “Why?”

  “A lot of reasons. But mostly because feluccas are one of my favorite things to do, and I want to go with you.” He grinned at her.

  Jessica froze. Her senses on full alert. He’d been doing crazy romantic things all weekend, but he hadn’t really made any moves. She was pretty sure he’d have kissed her a few times if she hadn’t pulled away, but here he was acting like they’d be doing things together in the future.

  She decided to sit across from him instead of next to him.

  They talked about their favorite music and books during the boat ride, and Jessica laughed a lot, but he made no move to get close to her. She was grateful for his distance. It gave her room to think.

  The river was peaceful and beautiful. She wasn’t ready for the morning to end when they docked. Conner handed her the vase before she stepped onto the slip.

  “These are for you.”

  “Thank you. You didn’t have to get the vase.”

  “I know, but you liked it. Besides, every expat has an exp
ensive piece of alabaster in their house. This can be your first.”

  The plane ride home was awkward. Jessica couldn’t seem to find any words to express her feelings. She was grateful for everything he’d shown her. Confused by the unusual friendship they had forged, and whether or not she wanted to toss that out the window and kiss him. Lost in her own thoughts, she just barely noticed how he twitched his fingers and squirmed in his seat. After about twenty minutes, Conner finally spoke.

  “So what happened to happy-go-lucky Jessica?”

  She smiled. “She’s a little nervous about you.”

  Conner’s expression fell. “Why?”

  “Look, the ink on my divorce papers has barely dried. I haven’t dated anyone since I was twenty-two.”

  He held up his hands. “I’m not trying to upset you. Quite the opposite in truth. I wanted to make you smile.”

  A smile automatically crossed her lips.

  “I’m not upset. Not at all. I just don’t have any clue how this works. I’d say based on everything you’ve done for me this weekend that you’re trying to hook up with me, but you haven’t made a move. I can’t understand why you’re being so nice to me.”

  “I’m definitely trying to hook up with you.”

  She looked up and saw the laughter in his eyes, but there was something else. A heat that made her shiver. She started to say something smart, but he interrupted.

  “But I’m a patient man.” He leaned forward and grabbed her hand. “I know you’ve just gone through a divorce and need to move slowly. Plus I’m already starting to value your friendship. I say let’s just see where things go.”

  She squeezed his hand. “Thank you. That means a lot to me. I appreciate you bringing me down here to see the Valley of the Kings.”

  “No problem. Lots of other things to see, and I want to take you to see them all.”

  He brought his face very close to hers, and for a split second she thought he was about to kiss her. But he stopped about three inches from her. “Pick the place you want our first kiss to be. That way, there’s no surprises.”

  Jessica grinned. “You know the area better than I do. Why don’t you pick?” She was surprised he’d suggested this. If she was being honest with herself, she wanted him to kiss her now. But she loved the fact that he wanted to make it special.

  Conner let go of her and leaned back. “Maybe when we go camping in the desert. Or it could be on a remote island in the middle of the Red Sea. What do you think about inside the Red Pyramid?”

  She wrinkled her nose. “In a place that was used as a tomb? No thanks.”

  Though she was pretty sure he almost kissed her in Tut’s tomb, and she was just as sure she wouldn’t have minded.

  He shrugged. “It smells in there anyway. Lots of other options though. In front of the Alexandria Library. On a Nile cruise to Aswan. Maybe Memphis. The sphinx. There’s always a dusty museum.”

  Conner looked right into her eyes. “Any of those work for you?”

  Her breath caught, but she shook her head, unsure of how serious he was and what to say. He stood up quickly and pulled her up too. He wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her in close. Her hands rested on his chest, and his heartbeat raced under her fingertips.

  “We could always make it on a plane ride back from Luxor.”

  She took a deep breath. Did she want this? Of course. But she also wanted to do all those things with him, and she was afraid if they moved too fast, he’d lose interest, and this would be over before it ever really got started.

  She shook her head with a coy smile. “I know. On the top of the Great Pyramid.”

  He frowned. “That’s illegal. No climbing allowed.”

  She slipped out of his arms and gave him a grin so he’d know she was kidding. “That’s my offer. Take it or leave it.”

  “That’s it, huh?” He cocked an eyebrow at her. She nodded and returned to her seat. With any luck she looked much more confident and seductive than she felt.

  Conner brooded for most of the rest of the flight home. He really didn’t like being told no. Every time she tried to engage him in conversation he would give her short, one word answers and then clam up again. Finally, she sighed and gave up. She could pout too.

  When he dropped her off at her apartment, he was still sulking, but he brought the bag up for her. She carried the vase with the flowers.

  She put her key in the door and turned away from him. It wouldn’t be good to show him how disappointed she was that their adventure was over. She set the vase down on the side table and pulled her bag in the doorway. Conner stood there looking lost.

  “Thank you for everything.” It felt so inadequate for all that he’d shown her and lavished on her, but she didn’t know what else to say. He shrugged like it was nothing.

  “Do you wanna come in?” she finally asked. She couldn’t very well close the door in his face and leave things so horribly between them.

  Just like that, his expression changed. He hovered in the doorway, his eyes dancing with light. “Are you sure you want to ask me that? You may have been out of the dating pool for a while, but I imagine you still know what happens when you invite sexy men into your apartment.”

  Jessica put her hand on the door handle and leaned a little closer to him.

  “You think you’re sexy?”

  He waved his hand in front of his body. “Please. You know you want this.”

  “Go home, Conner.” She laughed and started to shut the door. She had no problems shutting him out now that he was back to his flirty self.

  “Wait,” he said and stopped the door with his hand. The lean muscles of his arm flexed, and she shivered involuntarily. What must it feel like to be wrapped up tight against him?

  “What?” she snapped more than she meant too. Flirty and laughing was good. Great even. She wanted him to feel as good about the time they spent together as she did, but didn’t want to end up in a puddle on the floor herself.

  “Why don’t we get dinner tomorrow night, and you can tell me how your first day on the job went.” He stared at her hopefully.

  She thought for a second. It would be nice to get out for the evening. “Okay. I’ll be home around six, I think.”

  His face lit up. “Great. I’ll pick you up at six-thirty.”

  It was a stupid risk. But after his weekend with Jessica, he had to see Nour. He parked outside the twenty-story building in downtown Cairo and waited for Nour to appear. She’d be leaving to pick up her two-year-old son. He needed to see her face. To see if Jessica really looked like her or if he was just imagining things.

  Twenty minutes later, she stepped out of the building with a bright pink scarf wrapped around what he knew was gorgeous blonde hair. A sigh escaped him when he saw her. He was glad she hadn’t decided to wear the niqab, which covered her from head to toe, like most of her family. Her husband was at least liberal enough to let her choose. Actually, he knew Mahmoud quite well. Conner suspected that if Nour wanted it, Mahmoud would allow her to go uncovered. But Nour’s father would probably beat her to death if she decided to do that.

  She crossed the street. The preschool was only a few yards from the apartment building. He was right. Her face was exactly the same as Jessica’s. They had to be related. That was the only explanation. She smiled as she talked to the fruit vendor across the street. Though her eyes didn’t light up the way Jessica’s did, nor did her smile seem as genuine. He wondered what made her so sad. Was it the life she’d chosen? Did she think about Conner the way he thought about her?

  This had definitely been a bad idea. He desperately wanted to go to her and ask her what was wrong, then do whatever he had to do fix it. But he couldn’t do that. It would risk the fragile agreement they already had. He thought about what day it was. April twenty-first. Exactly two months and nine days until he could see her, hold her again.

  It was the one night a year her husband went to stay with his parents in Upper Egypt for his father’s birthday. N
our would leave her kids with her parents and tell them she was going to stay with girlfriends, and they would meet at the Marriott. He paid the front desk a lot of money to not ask her any questions about her identity when she picked up the key. They’d spend one glorious night locked up in the hotel room, and she’d leave the next morning. Conner would mourn for a few days and then yearn for her for the rest of the year.

  Nour disappeared into the preschool, and Conner started his car. He couldn’t risk her seeing him. If she thought he was coming around, she might cut him off, and he couldn’t have that. He needed her. Even if it was only once a year.

  Conner wasn’t sure why he brought flowers again. He grabbed them at the last minute. Jessica was a mystery to him, and he didn’t think he’d win her over with some gorgeous lilies, but he couldn’t stop himself. He needed something to have in his hands.

  Jessica’s eyes flew open when she saw the flowers. At least she didn’t scowl at him.

  “Thank you,” she said with a coy smile. “I don’t have another vase, but I bet I can work these in with the others.”

  “Sorry, if I had known, I would’ve sprung for a vase. But they are easier to carry this way.” He rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck. She had this way of making him feel like an errant child.

  She shrugged. “Nonsense. They’ll be beautiful all together.”

  Conner watched her work the new flowers into the arrangement he’d gotten her in Luxor. The similarities between her and Nour stopped at the physical side. Their mannerisms were different. The way Jessica flipped her hair, the way Nour kept her head down when she walked. His decision to see Nour that afternoon only highlighted that for him.

  Conner turned his back and looked around her apartment. It was still pretty impersonal. There were no pictures hanging on the walls or knick knacks on the shelves.

  ”When do your things arrive?” he asked.

  “About six weeks. You wanna help me unpack when it comes?”

  “Sure.” He was pleased she thought he’d still be around by then. “You ready to go?”