“She’s twenty-one and she’s not-” Clancy broke off. “I’m not at liberty to discuss Zilah’s relationship with David.”

Daniel shrugged. “I wouldn’t think of prying into the man’s personal life. It’s nothing to me if he keeps a hundred women on the side.” He tossed the photograph onto the desk in front of him and resolutely kept his eyes away from it. Why the hell was he feeling this helpless fascination with the girl in the photograph? It didn’t make any sense at all. She was lovely, but the Khadim who had occupied his bed the night before was far more beautiful. Lord, he had even felt a surge of sheer possessive rage when Clancy had identified her as Bradford’s mistress.

He leaned back in his chair and drew up one knee to rest against the desk. “I can see how her closeness to Bradford might be a weapon in the terrorists’ hands.” He had never met David Bradford, but Daniel was well aware that the man was regarded with deep affection by both Sheikh Alex Ben Raschid, who was the reigning monarch of Sedikhan, and his wife Sabrina. Even old Karim Ben Raschid, the former ruler, was tremendously fond of him. “Yes, if Bradford chose to exert a little muscle on behalf of his chère amie, there’s no doubt he would have the ear to the throne.”

Clancy nodded grimly. “You’re damn right he would. David would be just as upset as Yasmin if he knew about the hijacking. That’s why Alex wants this mess cleaned up before David hears about it.”

Daniel lifted a brow. “He doesn’t know about it yet?”

“He’s in New York at the moment with his wife, Billie. She had to fly to the U.S. to sign a contract for a song she’s written.”

“And, of course, Alex doesn’t want his old friend to have his domestic bliss shattered by this very inconvenient hijacking,” Daniel said caustically.

Clancy’s brow knotted in a frown. “Let’s just say he doesn’t want David to be made unhappy by this matter. And why the hell are you harping on David’s association with Zilah, anyway? You’re not exactly a puritan, Daniel.”