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âMajor, do you ride camels?â
Ahmed scowled. âThe sheik wants to know if you ride camels.â
Pete grinned and shook his head. âNo, sir, I donât. Why?â
Instead of translating correctly, Ahmed said, âHe hates the smelly, hairy beasts, my lord.â
Cali coughed. Hesam poured more coffee into the cup near her knee and offered it to her in response.
Thanking him, she sipped the thick, fragrant brew. She quirked her mouth and glanced at Ahmed, who looked back at her with hatred in his eyes. âMy lord,â she said in Pashto, âfor whatever reason, the translator is not sharing the majorâs exact words with you. He said heâs never ridden a camel. He did not call them smelly, hairy beasts.â She held Ahmedâs dark, narrow eyes. The man looked as if he wanted to strangle her.
âAh, good, good.â Hesam smiled benevolently at Pete, then turned and scowled at Ahmed. âYou will tell the major that I invite him to ride with me tomorrow afternoon to see my herd of racing camels.â He turned to Cali and smiled. âAnd you, my dear, are also invited.â
Cali nodded. âIâd love to ride with you, my lord. Thank you for the honor.â
Ahmed turned and muttered the English version to the major.
Pete grinned. âWell, Iâve never ridden a camel, sir, but Iâd sure like to try. It sounds like fun. Thanks.â
Cali watched as Ahmed accurately translated that message to the warlord.
âGood, good,â Hesam said, rising. âI must go, but I invite you to remain, eat, drink and then leave when you feel like it. I have pressing obligations, and we can talk tomorrow as we ride to see my racing camels. Farewell.â He shook each of their hands before he left.
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C ALI WAITED UNTIL A HMED left Peteâs trailer. A white Roland pickup truck, driven by Hakim, would take the translator to the trailer he shared with three other Afghan workers.
âMay I come in for a minute, Major?â she asked.
Pete stood at the top of the stairs. âSure, come on in.â
âThanks.â Cali climbed up the steps, wiping her dusty boots before entering. She closed the door behind her and followed Pete as he ambled to the kitchen.
âListen, I may be way out of line here, Major, but I need to say something.â
He frowned. âOf course. What is it?â
âI donât know whatâs going on with Ahmed, but heâs not translating accurately. He nearly got you in hot water with the sheik and you didnât even know it.â Cali watched as Pete poured a glass of water and drank it. He offered her some, but she declined.
âOkay,â he said, âletâs talk about this in the living room.â
Cali sat down on the couch, her hands clasped between her legs as she leaned forward. Pete sat at the table. âKerwin Elliot told you I know Pashto, Arabic and a number of other local languages, Major Trayhern. You canât run a construction site too long and not learn the languages.â
âYou spoke beautifully to the sheik when you entered the audience room.â Pete saw her cheeks grow pink at the compliment. Cali was captivating. And he savagely reminded himself she was completely off-limits.
âThanks. What I need to say is probably going to upset you, but your translator made you sound like an eighth grader to the sheik. Also, he left you high and dry regarding common, expected protocols.â Cali launched into a recital of Ahmedâs many mistakes. She saw Peteâs eyes narrow, his expression grow thoughtful as she finished.
âAhmed seems pretty intense. And I saw him glare in your direction a number of times,â Pete admitted. âI wondered why he was angry at you.â
âBecause Iâm a woman in a manâs world, and around here, women donât do business with men. But Hesam knows Iâm number two person on this project, and