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Part Six - Chapter Five

Sara?" he pressed at her silence staring at him blankly to blink to stand and continue packing.

"I have no idea what you mean." Act dumb, just act dumb.

"Really? This birth certificate I have in my hand with your name on it that declares who your father is. Shall I read it?"

She spun around, frowning, wiping away her tears to moan. She had left the certificate on the desk as she made those phone calls. It must have got stuffed in with the printed data. She flashed him a smile. "It looks like we'd be related after all," came flippantly. She closed her eyes in pain. "I have to go. I can't have that come out. She had no rights to put that bastard's name on my birth certificate. No rights!" she cried out in pain. Suddenly she was in strong familiar arms. "I have tried to get his name off but I can't," she wailed clutching at his bare back with her hands. "I so wanted that passport, but I can't let that get out."

"How long have you known?" he asked gently.

"About the certificate or him?' she sniffed, rubbing his chest with her face.

He rubbed her back as his hold tightened. "Him. I gather the certificate was a shock." She nodded.

"Remember that day you told me get in the car?"

"After you walked out and resigned. A habit it seems that would stop. I have shredded that piece of rubbish."

She gasped and peered up through spiked lashes. "But I failed you."

"Did you? I think you have done everything I asked for. Up all night I guess." Again she nodded. "That won't happen again, either."

"Sayyid I don't expect you to pay me by the hour. It should've done that work well before now and would've if I hadn't been wasting your time with my issues." She shook her head, her hands spread across his back, holding him tightly as she sagged against him. Gently he eased her onto the bed, pushing off the suitcases without a care onto the floor to sit at her side his arm firmly around her.

"What I want you to do, is get into bed, get some sleep and we'll talk later." She looked up at him with wide wary eyes. "Sara you haven't done anything wrong. A bit of a shock, I'll grant you that but it isn't your fault and we'll sort it out," he promised. "As for leaving me, I don't think so."

She reached out to touch his chest. "That research I did put it back. I'd do a proper report later," she promised.

"And I'll organise your passport, fatherless."

Sadly she shook her head. "It can't be done," she sighed with reserve.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I have contacts. It will," he reassured. She smiled because he called her sweetheart. It was going to be fine. He tucked her up in her bed, shutting the curtains to paused, frowning. Not dark enough. "Come with me," he turned and headed to the door. Sara threw back the covers to follow him towards his bedroom, where she was told to get into his big king sized bed to do so, snuggling under and nestled into his pillows, burying her face into absorbing his sent. He pressed a button to blacken out the room, having a pitch black room.

"Oh," she gasped.

"Jet lag, sweetheart, time difference and this helps, now go to sleep," he voice caressed over her in the darkness.

She sprung up on her elbows hit by a thought. "Breakfast? Your guest?"

"I do know how to cook. What guest?"

"That lady that come back with you last night."

"Not that I know about."

"But I heard her." And her soft silky undertones she thought bitterly.