“What is it?”Will asked, turning to follow her line of sight.
“You tell me.Your nephew seems terribly upset with Lady Helen, but I cannot for the life of me decide what has him so vexed.”
Will arched a brow.“With her?Or the baby?”
Barbara did a double-take.Helen was holding Bradley so his head rested over her shoulder, his closed eyes suggesting he was sound asleep.For a moment, she wished she was the one holding him.“You think he’s jealous of Master Bradley?”she asked.
“I’m not sure what’s going through his head,” Will admitted.“But after the incident on the felucca this morning, I have to believe something happened between them.”
The sound of Mahmood’s voice interrupted their conversation.“If you are finished here, let us travel back to the hotel for a luncheon and then I shall take you to the Temple of Luxor.I fear after this one, you may be disappointed,” he warned.
“I rather doubt it,” Diana murmured, taking Randy’s proffered arm.
He grinned.“You’ve liked them all, haven’t you?”
She nodded.“They might appear all the same, but there is something unique to every one of them,” she said, arching a brow.
“You have the right of it,” Mahmood said, overhearing her comment.
