“Ahmed is in on the plan,” Kadin announced, barging into the sitting room of Eli and Savannah’s suite. He immediately halted his entrance and lifted his hand to his face, shielding his eyes. “Oh my gosh, are you guys fully dressed?”
“Yes, we’re dressed.” Savannah yanked her shirt back down, concealing her midriff from view.
“Hey, I was not finished,” Eli said, lifting her shirt again. “I’m trying to have a conversation with my son here.” He and Savannah were lying together on the sofa enjoying the way baby Ethan kicked every time Eli poked him in various locations around her belly. Every time Eli pressed against the taught skin, Ethan would kick, almost like they were communicating.
“I can come back.” Kadin started inching toward the door.
“Stay, you’re fine.” Eli barely looked up. “You’ve seen your sister in a swimsuit before, right? She’s not showing anything you wouldn’t see on the beach.”
“Yes, well, she’s never been that big while wearing a swimsuit,” Kadin said. He closed the outer door to the suite and hesitantly crept closer to the opposite sofa with wide eyes.
“Hey, it’s not like I’m fat or something,” Savannah said. “I’m eight and a half months pregnant. That’s all baby.” She patted the other side of her belly.
“I still can’t believe my little sister is going to be a mom,” Kadin said, a tone of awe in his voice.
“And I can’t believe after being on this earth for twenty-two years you haven’t figured out yet that I’m your older sister, not younger.”
“I didn’t call you younger,” Kadin corrected her. “I called you little.”
“Right after you called me big, as in too big for a swimsuit.”
“You guys fight like brother and sister,” Eli said with mock scolding. “Now tell me what you learned about Ahmed?”
“He’s involved in the plot to murder your father.”
“His own advisor?” Eli found that hard to believe. As much as Eli hated the guy, Ahmed was faithful to his prince. He wouldn’t be plotting against him.
“I also learned that Ahmed convinced them to wait until the king dies before killing Omar because none of them will be crowned as long as the king is still alive.”
“That could be years.” Eli felt hope for the first time since he’d heard the rumors.
“They also don’t want to bring international attention to our little kingdom so soon after the Sayid family joined the Cohen family.”
“Ah, that is an interesting development, isn’t it?” Eli sat up halfway. “The Cohen’s and Sayid’s have been best friends until now. A marriage contract takes that bond up a notch, doesn’t it? I think because they’re halfway around the world, people forget how much power the Cohen’s still have in Mexico.”
“And the United States Senate,” Kadin pointed out.
“And Jerusalem,” Savannah added. “They may have sold off most of their holdings when they fled to Dubai, but they still throw around a lot of money for historical restorations and major donations to charities.”
“Yeah, Jared would be stupid to stir that pot,” Eli said. He lifted Savannah to a seated position, finally tucking her shirt down over her belly. “Let’s hope all their plans fizzle between now and when the king dies. I honestly don’t want to see my father killed. I rather like the man.”
“He’s really changed in the past few months, hasn’t he?” Kadin said.
“I think he’s excited to become a grandpa, too.” Savannah once again rubbed her belly.
“I know I’m excited to be an uncle,” Kadin said with a smile.
“And I’m excited to be a dad.” Eli leaned over and kissed Savannah lightly on her lips. He gazed into her mysteriously colorful eyes then pulled his focus to her brother. “Although, I fear we’re bringing our child into a potential warzone. There’s more to this murder plot than just the Crown. I have a suspicion that this secret underground society will be the undoing of our tiny kingdom.”
“For all of our sakes,” Kadin said. “I hope you’re wrong.”
A stand alone novella in the All's Fair in Love and Sports Series by Julie L. Spencer.