employee entrance and draped it over his bloody shoulder.
The bullet had gone straight through, as far as he could tell. He didn’t have time to worry about the injury at the moment. He strode to the main entrance and straight to the nearest pay phone, then called the resort.
“I need a car sent to the Dumont hospital for me. Immediately.”
Efraim didn’t ask questions; even as Amir was hanging up the phone, his friend was barking orders on the other end.
The car was there in twenty minutes, along with two bodyguards. Another twenty minutes and they were pulling into the resort. Stefan, Efraim and Antoine were waiting for him in Stefan’s suite. With a surprise.
Darek, prince of Saruk, was with them.
Amir greeted him first. “What are you doing here?” His country wasn’t part of COIN.
Darek embraced him as if they were true brothers. “I came to help.”
The royal physician came through the door, looking bleary-eyed. “I flew all night to get here. Would you please sit, Your Highness?” He immediately saw to the wound.
His friend Sebastian, prince of Barajas, came in behind him. “I came as soon as I heard. We were on the same flight.” He greeted Amir first, then the others.
“Where have you been?” Efraim sat on a chair by Amir’s side. “Where is this mystery woman you were supposed to bring?”
“When did you get hurt?” Stefan took in the wound and shook his head.
“Who else knows that you’re alive?”
“Why didn’t you call before?”
Amir cut off any further questions with a gesture of his hand. “I was in a coma from the explosion until yesterday evening. None of that is important now. The most important thing is that the mother of my son was kidnapped from the hospital. I need to find her.”
A silent hush fell over the room. They all stared.
“You want me to set up a press conference to announce your safe return?” Stefan asked. “The media has finally decamped. They had this place swamped for a while after you went missing. I’m sure news of you can bring them back in a hurry.”
“Not until we have Isabelle back.”
“You have a son?” Efraim asked.
“He’ll be born in a few days. I met Isabelle the last time I was here. Then I was on my way to see her again the night the limousine was blown up.” He summed up the rest in as few sentences as he could; then it was his turn to question the others. “What have you found out about the explosion?”
He sat slack-jawed when they were finished. “The Russian mob?”
Stefan’s lips narrowed. “They were hired men. We haven’t been able to figure out who was behind them. We had…some distractions,” he admitted.
“And Fahad?”
“That was the biggest shock.” Efraim shook his head, sorrow and anger clear in his dark eyes. Fahad was his cousin.
“Saida will be disappointed,” Amir muttered to himself, thanking the heavens that his sister was safe and far away from here. She had a lot of respect for Fahad and, Amir thought, perhaps even a schoolgirl’s crush on the man when she was younger.
“Saida came here when she found out that you disappeared. She is getting married,” Efraim said cautiously.
Amir’s head whipped up. He pinned his best friend with a killer look. “I don’t remember anyone asking my permission.”
“Not me.” Efraim raised his hands with haste. “It seems she’s become enamored with the local sheriff.”
“Is she at the resort?”
“She had to fly back to Jamala for a few days to smooth some ruffled feathers. Your continued absence… Anyhow, she’s grown into quite the diplomat. Nasir is with her for protection. She’ll be back on Monday. She’s been calling. She wants you to call her as soon as you have a minute.”
Probably to ask his permission to marry. Like hell was some Wyoming wild man going to marry his little sister. In case they’d all forgotten, she was a princess.
“Jake Wolf is on his way, actually. You can sort that out with him when he gets
The bullet had gone straight through, as far as he could tell. He didn’t have time to worry about the injury at the moment. He strode to the main entrance and straight to the nearest pay phone, then called the resort.
“I need a car sent to the Dumont hospital for me. Immediately.”
Efraim didn’t ask questions; even as Amir was hanging up the phone, his friend was barking orders on the other end.
The car was there in twenty minutes, along with two bodyguards. Another twenty minutes and they were pulling into the resort. Stefan, Efraim and Antoine were waiting for him in Stefan’s suite. With a surprise.
Darek, prince of Saruk, was with them.
Amir greeted him first. “What are you doing here?” His country wasn’t part of COIN.
Darek embraced him as if they were true brothers. “I came to help.”
The royal physician came through the door, looking bleary-eyed. “I flew all night to get here. Would you please sit, Your Highness?” He immediately saw to the wound.
His friend Sebastian, prince of Barajas, came in behind him. “I came as soon as I heard. We were on the same flight.” He greeted Amir first, then the others.
“Where have you been?” Efraim sat on a chair by Amir’s side. “Where is this mystery woman you were supposed to bring?”
“When did you get hurt?” Stefan took in the wound and shook his head.
“Who else knows that you’re alive?”
“Why didn’t you call before?”
Amir cut off any further questions with a gesture of his hand. “I was in a coma from the explosion until yesterday evening. None of that is important now. The most important thing is that the mother of my son was kidnapped from the hospital. I need to find her.”
A silent hush fell over the room. They all stared.
“You want me to set up a press conference to announce your safe return?” Stefan asked. “The media has finally decamped. They had this place swamped for a while after you went missing. I’m sure news of you can bring them back in a hurry.”
“Not until we have Isabelle back.”
“You have a son?” Efraim asked.
“He’ll be born in a few days. I met Isabelle the last time I was here. Then I was on my way to see her again the night the limousine was blown up.” He summed up the rest in as few sentences as he could; then it was his turn to question the others. “What have you found out about the explosion?”
He sat slack-jawed when they were finished. “The Russian mob?”
Stefan’s lips narrowed. “They were hired men. We haven’t been able to figure out who was behind them. We had…some distractions,” he admitted.
“And Fahad?”
“That was the biggest shock.” Efraim shook his head, sorrow and anger clear in his dark eyes. Fahad was his cousin.
“Saida will be disappointed,” Amir muttered to himself, thanking the heavens that his sister was safe and far away from here. She had a lot of respect for Fahad and, Amir thought, perhaps even a schoolgirl’s crush on the man when she was younger.
“Saida came here when she found out that you disappeared. She is getting married,” Efraim said cautiously.
Amir’s head whipped up. He pinned his best friend with a killer look. “I don’t remember anyone asking my permission.”
“Not me.” Efraim raised his hands with haste. “It seems she’s become enamored with the local sheriff.”
“Is she at the resort?”
“She had to fly back to Jamala for a few days to smooth some ruffled feathers. Your continued absence… Anyhow, she’s grown into quite the diplomat. Nasir is with her for protection. She’ll be back on Monday. She’s been calling. She wants you to call her as soon as you have a minute.”
Probably to ask his permission to marry. Like hell was some Wyoming wild man going to marry his little sister. In case they’d all forgotten, she was a princess.
“Jake Wolf is on his way, actually. You can sort that out with him when he gets
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