Andrew Salam stepped out from behind the bronze statue of Thomas Jefferson and asked,“Are you alone?”
Twenty-three-year-old Nura Khalifa nodded.
Her thick, dark hair spilled over her shoulders, stopping just above her breasts. Beneath her thin jacket, he could make out the curves of her body, the narrowness of her waist. For a moment, he believed he could even smell her perfume, though it was more likely the scent of cherry blossoms blown by a faint breeze across the tidal basin. He shouldn’t be meeting her at night and alone like this. It was a mistake.
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