Publisher's Synopsis
Rashid studied the man across from him, his gaze steady and unyielding as he waited for Jacob Ballard to finish his proposal. Then, stiff with annoyance, he rose to his feet and leaned across Jacob's desk. His 6' 2" height spanned its width and his splayed fingers rested heavily on the polished surface.
Making no effort to mask his indignation, he unleashed his words. "I don't buy women." His voice vibrated with ferocity. "Your suggestion is insulting."
Jacob cleared his throat. "Obviously, I expressed myself poorly. Let me clarify." With the spread of his palm, he urged Rashid to again take his seat. "I'm requesting a marriage arrangement between you and my daughter. If this takes place, I'll relinquish the Bashan territory to you. Consider it a bride price. There is no insult intended. I believe such a proposal is not uncommon in your country."
