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Desert Rogue
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Author: ERIN YORKE
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the adjoining door.
    The impact of two flying bodies crashed the thin panel without warning. Suddenly Ali and Jed found themselves on an already-occupied mattress, its occupants none too happy.
    â€œWhat is the meaning of this intrusion?” demanded the man on the bed as his companion sought to cover herself.
    â€œHe struck me without cause,” protested Ali, moving quickly to his feet, preparing to strike back at Jed. But as fast as he regained his stance and swung, so did the American.
    Unfortunately, however, while Ali’s fist swung wide and hit only air, Jed’s connected soundly with the stranger’s jaw, at the same instant Ali spied the jacket of the Egyptian police slung casually over a chair. Groaning, he turned hurriedly toward the door, hoping to escape even as their victim rose to tower over them. Muttering angrily to himself, the officer snatched up the manacles intended for another purpose and grabbed Ali’s wrists while calling his men from nearby rooms to block Jed’s escape.
    â€œConstable, it wasn’t my fault,” the shopkeeper protested, already dreading the scene to come. “I apologize that we disturbed you, but—”
    â€œConstable?” echoed Jed, a dull pain beginning between his eyes. Somehow he doubted the manacles were a good omen, especially when a second set appeared and clamped his own wrists together. “I can explain everything. I was simply having myself a good time next door when this wild man interrupted—much the same way he, ah, we barged in on you—”
    â€œEnough,” the policeman snapped, donning his uniform jacket. His evening’s pleasure had already been lost, but he might as well get credit for an arrest or two, he decided, herding the prisoners toward the stairs.
    Disturbing the peace, disorderly conduct, attacking a constable, and probably another charge or two to begin with, he mused gleefully until it dawned on him that the foreigner had been speaking to his Egyptian opponent in English. How could he arrest someone who was possibly a subject of the British Crown? Giving in to such folly without consulting the English authorities could put him in jeopardy of never being able to patronize Nadir’s again.
    With a heartfelt sigh he adjusted his uniform and ordered the felons to be taken to the office of the consul general.
    * * *
    Grace Shaw had lost count of the number of circuits she had made of Cameron’s study, pacing to and fro, but feeling somehow closer to her husband in this room though he was miles away. She had endured dinner alone when Victoria hadn’t returned, stubbornly refusing to send the servants after her errant daughter. But when darkness fell, the worried mother capitulated and dispatched the household in search of her. Yet Victoria was nowhere on the grounds and Grace was very frightened.
    What would Cameron do? she wondered as the clock struck midnight. If she worried Hayden and it turned out Victoria had merely slipped away to visit a friend in order to avoid addressing those blasted invitations, the Englishman would think ill of his fiancée. Still, if she didn’t tell him and Victoria was in trouble, he would think her a fool or worse.
    It was more than four hours since she had left Victoria on the riverbank, where the old gardener had found her hat. But the girl was impulsive. Many was the time Grace had seen her toss her bonnet aside because she found it bothersome in one activity or another.
    If only Cameron were here, fluttered the anxious mother. He would know how to avoid scandal, and the longer Victoria was gone, alone and unchaperoned, the more likely it appeared that would be necessary. Perhaps if she sent a note to Hayden, deploring the hour and asking him to escort Victoria home? That was it. She would dispatch a message as if nothing were wrong and the girl had planned to visit him tonight. If Hayden sent word that he hadn’t seen Victoria, then Grace
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