The Billionaire's Heir: Billionaire Obsession (Tycoon Billionaires Book 4) by Julie Farrell

halted at Clara’s table, so she quickly finished her call, then she stood up and threw her arms around her big brother. He held her tight and they hugged hard. Ivan had told Samira earlier that he’d already been reunited with his parents and siblings, but Clara was obviously still pleased to know that her oldest brother was alive after all he’d put them through. 
    Clara stepped back. “Great to see you, Ivan. You look like a cowboy – I never thought I’d see you in anything but a designer suit.”
    He chuckled. “I can’t wait to get back into it. Hey, this is Samira.”
    Clara turned and inspected her, pinning her down with steely eyes. Samira refused to feel self-conscious, so she smiled sweetly. “Hello.”
    “Hello.” Clara thrust out her hand for Samira to shake. Her grip was firm, but Samira refused to play ‘who can squeeze the hardest’.
    “Shall we sit down?” Ivan said.
    Ivan and Samira sat opposite Clara, and they ordered coffee.
    Samira glanced out the window and saw that the private investigator had found a space outside, and he was leaning against his car, pretending to read a newspaper. As if anyone would actually do that in the one-hundred degree heat out there. Samira almost felt sorry for him, dressed in his long-sleeved shirt and suit trousers. But at least he had his Stetson on to prevent heatstroke.
    Ivan followed her gaze. “Do you want to invite him in for coffee?”
    She chuckled. “No, sorry.”
    “Who is he?” Clara asked. “And can you hook us up?”
    “Try to contain your hormones,” Ivan said. “He’s some guy who’s been tailing Samira. We think Mr. Langdon’s hired him to spy on her.”
    “Why?”
    “He doesn’t like me to have friends,” Samira said. “He’s got this strange obsession of checking that I really don’t know anyone in America.”
    “Sounds odd,” Clara said.
    “Yes, he can be a bit odd at times. But he’s shown me such charity.”
    Clara tore her eyes away from the hunk outside. “So,” she said, smiling at Samira. “My brother tells me I’m an aunt?”
    Samira grinned. “That’s right.”
    “Congratulations to you both.”
    “Thank you.”
    Ivan held her hand under the table. “I’ve asked Clara not to tell the rest of the family. I’d love to get this whole thing fixed, then take you both home to meet everyone properly.”
    Nerves swirled through Samira’s body at the thought of meeting the whole Quinlan clan at once. “Okay.”
    “You should bring her to Adam’s wedding,” Clara said. “She’d be very welcome.”
    Ivan cringed. “Oh god, that’s this weekend.”
    “Ivan, don’t you dare miss it – Adam will be heartbroken, as will mom and dad.”
    “I know, it’s okay. I’ll be there.”
    The waitress plunked the coffees on the table, then drifted off again.
    Clara sat up tall. “Right, Samira, down to business. We must do all we can to ensure you don’t get deported. I spoke to my friend at immigration earlier, and he said you need to get back your passport immediately – then he can begin the process of creating an application for you to remain in this country. It might take some time to get all the paperwork done, but he thinks he can issue an emergency visa to allow you to stay until then. But he can’t do anything without your passport.”
    “What if me and Samira just get married?” Ivan asked.
    Clara sipped her coffee. “That won’t guarantee she can stay here. We’ll need to build Samira’s case – that’s what my friend said.” She glanced at her dainty Rolex. “Look, I need to get back to the boat later tonight, but why don’t we meet up the day after tomorrow. Then we can see whether my friend has any more info for us.”
    “Sure,” Ivan said. “And in the meantime, Samira can get back her passport from Langdon. And if talking doesn’t work – I’ll ty my method.”
    Clara rolled her eyes at Samira in response to Ivan’s threats of brute force. Samira chuckled, feeling connected