"Confident much?"
He trailed his hand down her back, satisfied when she shivered. "I've made a study of it, remember?"
"And they say romance is dead," she said with a smile. "You can make it up to me when we go to Egypt. I've never been there. What's it like?"
"Hot," he said. "Sandy. Full of tourists and merchants trying to separate them from their money."
"You're really selling it."
"But if you manage to filter out all the noise, there is something about it. The weight of history, maybe. You can feel the age of the place in your bones. And at night, in the desert, the stars are incredible."
"Sounds lovely."
"Well, not really, but I love the history of it. The mystery. Every dig site could hold answers to questions we don't even know to ask yet." He paused. "I think you'll find it fascinating, even with the heat and the sand and the aggressive carpet sellers."
"Carpet sellers?"
"They're relentless. Jasmine will probably need to hold you back from throttling them."
She grinned. "You know me so well."
"I'm learning more every day."
