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squawked with disbelief.
    Veronica tsked . “That was so long ago. I promise, there is no place safer in the world than Keeneston. So, what time is your flight?”
    Mila shook her head to clear the articles from her mind as she closed her laptop. “I can be there by five tonight.”
    “Perfect. Someone will meet you at the airport. I got you the last room at the Blossom B&B on Maple Street. I’m sending you the press packet now for your review. I look forward to meeting with you soon. You have my phone number. Don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything.”
    Mila hung up with Veronica and slid her laptop into her oversized purse. This would be fine. After all, interpreters were invisible. No one ever saw them, even as they translated some of the most famous speeches in history. No one ever shoots the interpreter.
    Two hours later, Mila was on a plane headed for Lexington. The press packet had been reviewed, and Mila was positive she knew everyone involved in the summit. She rubbed her hand over her face and shoved an errant lock of hair from her eye. This trip had the potential to be a great political win or a complete disaster. The outcome rested solely on Prince Zain and how he handled his “coming out” into the highest level of diplomacy.

CHAPTER THREE
     
    “Zain!”
    Zain turned at the sound of Abigail’s voice. “Hey, Abby.” From the direction she was coming, Zain could tell she had just been at her parents’ house. He was sure they were enjoying having her in town for the month. Since graduating from college, Abby, the girl he had grown up with and who was literally like a sister to him, had been scarce. She was living in Virginia now. Combined with the fact that Zain’s own younger sister was in Europe celebrating her college graduation, Zain was glad to have Abby back, even for this short time. He would never admit it, but he missed the two girls.
    “Abby? Is there any reason you’re carrying a sniper rifle?” Zain asked as he noticed the rifle slung over her shoulder. Given that her father was Ahmed Mueez, the biggest badass soldier Rahmi had ever seen, and her mother was Bridget, who was no slouch on the soldier front either, Zain guessed it shouldn’t be too much of a surprise.
    “I just finished getting some long-range practice in with Mom and Dad.”
    “Ah, family bonding at its best,” Zain smirked.
    Abby punched his shoulder. He didn’t move but had to bite back the grunt. Abby had never hit like a girl. In fact, she had taken it as her personal mission ever since she was four years old to do whatever the boys did, just better.
    “I got a call from Veronica. I guess she’s desperate. She needed me to race over here for some favor. Speak of the devil,” Abby grinned as Veronica stepped out the front door of the mansion at Desert Farm. Not only was it Zain’s parents’ home, it also housed their offices. “You rang, Madame?”
    Veronica rolled her exquisite blue eyes. Her perfect, sun-bleached blond hair was pulled back into a bun. Her makeup was flawless and her lips bright red. The white Oxford shirt was cut to display her figure and the black pencil skirt made men stop in their tracks. But Zain knew better. Veronica only cared if Abby stopped in her tracks. It was too bad, too. Abby didn’t play in that field. She didn’t even play in that stadium.
    “I need you,” Veronica said before blushing, “to pick up someone at the airport,” she finished quickly.
    “Sure, I can do that. When?” Abby said as she pulled her ponytail holder from her hair and shook out her dark locks.
    Veronica cringed. “Now?”
    “Now?” Abby cried. “I’m a mess.”
    “I think you look wonderful,” Veronica said. “Besides, you’re just picking up an interpreter and taking her to the bed and breakfast. Mila Thiessen is her name.”
    “Fine,” Abby sighed. “Zain, can I borrow your car?”
    “Sure.” Zain reached into his pocket and tossed her the keys to his SUV. With a huff, Abby