Page 144 of High Treason
“I can hear it in your voice,” he said.
“Did he say what lured Youssof?” Yasmine said. “I met his sisters in Riyadh, and they were kind.”
“Youth are drawn into causes, especially when those with wealth and power are depicted as the enemy. Instead of searching for reasons why actions and laws are in place, they choose rebellion. The relief is Rashid and his wife and daughters were not aware of how deeply Youssof was involved. I ordered their release earlier and spoke to Rashid.”
“Brother,” Yasmine said, “after severing the conservatives’ plot, how soon will it take for them to regroup?”
Prince Omar shook his head. “I’d say as soon as they receive word of the fate of those who are dead. Security is questioning those in power among the conservatives. They will suffer. I’m more determined to continue my plan of leasing our oil reserves. I’m sending you and Fatima home with our mother tomorrow. I’ll accompany you and return in a few days to finish my work.”
Tonight Kord refused to think of warring countries, assassination attempts, the innocent caught up in the middle of bloodshed, or one beautiful lady dodging lightning to save a man who might never fully value her gender.
Tonight he held on to peace and all he’d learned over the past two weeks about a real God, friendship, and new love.
EPILOGUE
7 MONTHS LATER
Soft music floated from the church’s sanctuary, and Monica counted twenty minutes and forty-five seconds before Dad walked her down the aisle. With the way her stomach fluttered, she might need a skateboard. Dad had eight more minutes before he knocked on the door.
“You look like a princess.” Lori fussed with her bridal train.
“I feel like a blundering idiot.”
“Just think about who’s meeting you at the altar.”
Monica giggled. “I know. I’m so lucky.” Kord had entered her life as the least likely candidate for a future husband. But they’d fallen in love. A fairy tale for a woman who believed happiness and family might never happen. Definitely a God thing.
“I think he’s the lucky one.” Lori stood back and gave her a head-to-toe once-over. “Sure glad you’re settling down. The business with the Saudis was far too dangerous.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Monica and Kord had no intentions of giving up their careers. She’d continue until they had children. Neither would they stop showing Prince Omar what a Christian looked like.
A text landed in her phone. She knew it was Kord without looking.
Send a pic of yourself?
“Don’t think so, my love.” She typed,Bad luck.
“Is he wanting to see you?” Lori said.
“What do you think?” Another text arrived.
UR tearing my heart out.
U need a hobby.
I have 1 - U.
“What am I going to do with him?” she said.
“Marry him.”
“Good idea.” Monica typed.B nice & I’ll marry U.
I Luv U.
Luv U 2. Is UR best man close?
In all his regalia. Ali’s right beside him and Blake. And Pastor.
UR parents?
Sitting in church. Just need u.
Who would have ever thought when she took that call in March, she’d find peace with God. A mission completed. And Kord Davidson to love for the rest of her life.
