‘Bags are to be delivered. I think we’ve had enough hassle for one day.’
Outside, Kai’s Mercedes town car waits, along with Rashid. Opening the rear door, he reaches for our carry-on bags.
‘Mr. Khalfan. Madam. Welcome home.’
‘It’s Mrs. Khalfan, you’ll be pleased to learn, Rashid. Kate did me the honour of marrying me.’ Kai slides into the car without waiting for his response.
‘My felicitations to you both.’
As I follow Kai into the car, I wonder about Rashid’s reply; devoid of emotion.
‘Well, he’s hardly stoked,’ I murmur, fastening my belt.
‘Stoked?’
‘Happy for us. You know, congrats!’
‘I rather think it’s that he’s not pleased to be thefirstto know.’
‘You mean you haven’t called ahead?’
‘No,’ he replies taking my hand and placing it on his knee. He covers it with his own. ‘I’ll deliver the news tomorrow. Personally.’
‘So don’t want to be a fly on that wall.’
Must be catching, as Kai’s laugh is without humour as Rashid pulls into the road.
