Sheikh's Lost Triplet Baby Girls: A Secret Baby Sheikh Romance

by Sophia Lynn

  “Any other night, I would take you to bed and have my way with you, but tonight, darling, we are on a schedule. We are going to see your dream come true.”

  My dream already has come true, she thought, glancing at Abir.

  THE END

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  The moment Bailey Andress set foot in the village of Ikkar in the small Middle Eastern country of Amil, she knew there was something special about it. It was more than just the pristine white beaches, the way the blue sky arched over the pure waves like the most gorgeous painting ever made. It was more than the colorful markets she explored in the daytime and the food she tried in the walled courtyards of the humble restaurants.

  Instead, it was the peace she could feel settling into her bones the moment she stepped out of the bus that had dropped her off with a handful of travelers. Unlike so many of the other places she had explored in her work, the other passengers were mostly locals rather than backpackers or tourists. Ikkar, with its gorgeous landscape and its beauty, was still off the maps, and she came in with a tingle between her shoulders that she was on to something very exciting.

  Bailey had been in Ikkar a week, and besides a failed pickpocketing and a misunderstanding about the payment at the hostel, she had had an amazing time while she was working.

  Dad's money could really do some good here, she thought late one afternoon. The people here could have jobs that paid way more than anything they have right now; they could really build this place up.

  Amil was one of the more liberal countries in the region, modern in the capital, but here in Ikkar, a woman would still get scowls of disapproval from men and women alike if she went out with her head bare or in shorts. Accordingly, Bailey wore the traditional long tunic and trousers with a matching scarf that neatly covered her red hair. There was no hiding her blue eyes, however, or her pale skin, and she had learned to ignore the speculative looks wherever she went. Amil was known for its safety, and she had never backed down from a challenge in the few years she had been working for her father.

  After a fine dinner of lamb at one of the courtyard restaurants, she turned towards the beach as the sun set, pulling her phone out of her bag.

  Okay, it's late enough to call home…

  It occurred to her, however, as the phone dialed, that she hadn't thought of Boston as home in a long while.

  I wonder where it is now, she thought with a little bit of amusement. I wonder if home is on an airplane now, or maybe in a hostel or on a bus…

  “Andress here,” came the clipped response, and Bailey laughed.

  “Dad, you can see it's my name on the screen, right?”

  “Who has the time to check that?” asked her father, a slight smile coming into his voice. “Good timing, I was just about ready to go out to the club.”

  “You and your club,” Bailey scoffed. There was a part of her that wished her father would drop his habit of cigars and brandy at the club after dinner. “Have you got a minute for me to tell you about what I've found?”

  “Some grubby little place that you want me to rehabilitate, I'm sure,” he said dryly. “Shoot.”

  She laughed, because when it came to location scouting for her father's empire, she had been one of the best for the last few years running. It took patience to do this job and also to put up with Roland Andress's abrasive personality, but she had a great deal of experience, starting from when she was five and their little family had been reduced from three to two.

  As Bailey wound up her summation of what she had found in Ikkar, her father was silent. She could imagine him in the big house in Boston, pacing back and forth in front of the big bay windows, looking at nothing in particular as his brain ground through the details she had given him. He was a careful man, shrewd and tough. His enemies would have called him hard, and Bailey could see where they had gotten the idea. Sometimes, it felt as if she were the only one who saw the occasional bit of softness to her father, the compassion that kept her working for him when most of her classmates had moved on to careers out of their parents' shadows.

  “Sounds like you might be on to something, kiddo,” he said, and she grinned at the rare nickname. “Are you willing to go to the mat for it?”

  A few years ago, she would have hemmed and hawed, because that meant that her father would put all his efforts into her yes. One of the reasons why Andress Ventures did so well was because they ran lean and mean, as Roland said. He was willing to put the company's formidable resources behind her if she said yes, and it had been terrifying when she was just a few years younger.

  Now Bailey looked up and down the beach that she had walked along, out at the first stars coming out over the sea, back to the whisper of the palm trees behind her, and grinned.

  “Yeah,” she said. “One hundred percent, Dad. This is where everyone wants to be.”

  Roland laughed, and she could imagine that grin stretching over his face, so similar to her own.

  “Well, well. Sounds like you're sure. I'll get the ball rolling. You stay put and keep an eye out for anyone who might have the same idea.”

  “Got it.”

  “You have a good eye, kiddo,” he said. “Sounds like you got a good one.”

  “Thanks, Dad,” she said, and she only rolled her eyes when he hung up.

  Honestly, I wouldn't mind a little more atta girl when he's feeling generous, she thought, but she had made her peace with her father's brusqueness years ago. She could have chosen to distance herself from his seemingly cold ways; she could have left home, found a new family and never looked back.

  Instead, Bailey had chosen to love her father, and even if their relationship was far from conventional, she felt she had made the right choice.

  It's just a little lonely sometimes, she thought, staring out over the water, and then she shook her head ruefully.

  It was only the beauty of the place that was making her feel so strange and wistful, she decided. She had long made peace with what she had and what she didn't have, and besides, her father had just said that she was good at her work, at their work. That wasn't nothing.

  I should get back to the hostel, she thought reluctantly. I have some reading about the region I want to do, my Arabic won't study itself, and I know this area gets a little rough when…

  Almost as if in response to her half-formed thoughts, Bailey became aware of rustling in the bushes just beyond her. There were no large animals wandering the area, the people had assured her, and whatever that was, it was large.

  Large enough to be a man, she thought, her eyes narrowing. Large enough to be a few of them.

  Deliberately, Bailey turned her head as if she was only watching the water again, and the rustling started up again, as if relieved she hadn't noticed.

  There was a part of her that wanted to turn around and confront whoever wanted to stalk her. Chances were good that it was only some local teens out for some fun – a game of scare the foreigner was a common form of entertainment all over the world. However, there was a chance, however small, that whoever was in the bushes was something much more serious, and Bailey liked to play it safe.

  Phone clutched in her hand, she simply sprinted down the beach, the cries that went up behind her outraged and telling her she had guessed right, that there were men behind her.

  Those aren't kids, she thought grimly, and she ran harder, her feet kicking up sand as she went. She was fit, in good shape from her restless roaming lifestyle, but her heart still skipped a beat when she heard the hard pounding footsteps behind her.

  Dammit, go away, just go away!

  She didn't start to get really panicked, however, until she looked up and realized that instead of running towards the village of Ikkar, she was running away, south along the beach instead of north. Instead of running towards the town wher
e she would find help and shelter, she was sprinting along the beach, towards the wilder areas. There were a few homes along this stretch, she knew from her wanderings, but whether any of them would take in a woman on the run was a question that had no certain answer.

  The pursuers were gaining on her, and Bailey felt a trickle of fear run down her spine.

  Why didn't I stay closer to the town? What in the world was I thinking?

  She banished the thoughts as they would not serve her well at all, and instead started glancing left and right as she ran. There was still some distance between her and her pursuers, and she had to use every advantage she had.

  I could cut through the woods, but I don't know where that would take me, and I know there are ravines. I could turn and face them, tell them that my phone has a direct feed of them going right to the cops... I could…

  She paused as the glint of the ocean caught her eye.

  It'll still be warm enough that I wouldn't even be too uncomfortable. There are riptides, but I know how to get out of a riptide. Well, I wasn't planning on going for a swim right now, but what the hell...

  Bailey was just getting ready to lunge for the water, riptides be damned, when her foot caught in a hollow in the sand. There was no way to avoid it – it was practically invisible in the dying light, but she fell forward, all of her momentum throwing her to the ground. The fall stunned her, but she was already twisting around, trying to figure out where her pursuers were, and then suddenly, the sky was blotted out entirely.

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