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      ‘Certainly the intention was to find her. And we did that. Thank you for your assistance.’

      Avery gave a murmur of frustration. She opened her mouth to ask him if the sun had gone to his head but he was already several strides ahead of her and she could see that he was angry.

      Well, of course he was angry.

      He’d found Kalila with another man.

      Perhaps that explained his reaction, or lack of it. He was too gutted to respond. And too hurt to discuss it with her now.

      She tried to imagine how he must feel, but as someone who had never seen marriage as an attractive option she honestly didn’t have a clue. In his position she would have been rejoicing at the narrow escape, but of course he wasn’t going to feel that way. He’d wanted this marriage. And as for the business with Richard—

      And everything Kalila had said about Mal being in love with her—

      Avery stared after him, Kalila’s words in her head.

      He hadn’t been in love with her. She’d presented him with a challenge, that was all. They’d had fun together.

      How could he have been in love? The moment they’d broken up he’d become engaged to another woman. He’d started planning his wedding. Those weren’t the actions of a man in love.

      She glanced towards the car and then back towards his rapidly vanishing figure.

      ‘Damn and blast.’ How could she leave him on his own? When he hurt, she hurt. It was like being physically connected and it was a bond she’d been trying to break for longer than she cared to remember.

      Muttering under her breath, Avery strode after him, tugging the brim of her hat down over her eyes to shield herself from the blaze of the desert sun and the scrutiny of curious tourists. Relationships, she thought. Why did anyone bother? Her mother was right. They were nothing but trouble.

      As she approached him, she tried to work out what to say.

       Better now than in ten years’ time …

       Lucky escape, my friend …

       One in three marriages end in divorce and that’s without counting the number that carry on in faithless misery …

      Truthfully, she wasn’t good at broken relationship counselling.

      When friends’ relationships broke down her standard support offering was a girls’ night in. Or out. Either evening featured copious volumes of good wine combined with a boosting talk about the benefits of being single. By the time the evening was over they were generally talking about lucky escapes and exciting futures. If the malaise continued she dragged them shoe shopping, used her connections to get them a discount on a dreamy hotel in an exotic location and pointed out all the things they could do single that they couldn’t do as a couple. Unfortunately she had nothing in her armoury to prepare her for consoling a Prince who had lost his bride.

      Normally she considered herself a competent person but right now she felt anything but competent. As she strolled up to his side, his shoulders stiffened but he didn’t turn.

      Avery stood awkwardly, trying to imagine what he was thinking so that she could say the right thing. She knew how important this marriage had been to him. And now he had to unravel what could only be described as a mess. Despite that, he’d treated Kalila with patience and kindness—probably more kindness than she’d been shown in her life before.

      The girl was a fool, Avery thought savagely, tilting her head back and staring up at the perfect blue of the desert sky. For someone dreaming of happy endings as Kalila clearly was, she couldn’t have done better than Mal.

      Slowly, she turned her head to look at him, her gaze resting on the strong, proud lines of his handsome face. Not knowing what to do, she lifted her hand, hesitated, and then placed it on his shoulder, feeling the tension in the muscle under her fingers. ‘I’m sorry. I know how upset you are. And I’m sorry I couldn’t fix it.’

      ‘But you had to keep trying.’ His voice was harsh and she blinked, taken aback by his tone.

      ‘Er … yes. Obviously I was trying to persuade her to change her mind.’

      ‘Then let’s just be grateful you didn’t succeed.’

      ‘Grateful?’ Avery let her hand fall from his shoulder. ‘But you wanted this marriage! I know you wanted this marriage.’

      He turned his head and the look in his eyes made her heart stutter in her chest. His mouth twisted into a cynical smile as he observed her reaction. ‘You consider yourself an expert on what I want, habibti?’

      The look in his eyes confused her. Were they still talking about Kalila? ‘You have a wedding planned. We’ve just chased across a desert to find your bride. It seems reasonable to assume this is what you wanted and yet now that she’s broken it off you’re not putting up a fight and you don’t seem remotely heartbroken.’

      There was a strange light in his eyes. ‘Heartbroken?’

      Exasperated and confused by his lack of emotion, Avery held back her temper. ‘OK, so obviously you’re not heartbroken because you don’t have a heart. Silly me.’

      ‘You think I don’t have a heart?’ Under the sweep of thick dark lashes, something dangerous lurked in his eyes and Avery felt as if she’d just jumped into the ocean and found herself way out of her depth.

      How had she ever become trapped in this conversation? They were supposed to be talking about Kalila.

      ‘All I know is that you don’t seem to be fighting to keep her. Is it pride?’ And she knew all about that, didn’t she? ‘Because honestly I think you should try and get over that. She’s perfect for you in so many ways. Go back in there now, give that muscle-bound wimp his marching orders—and by the way, she needs a new bodyguard because that one definitely isn’t fit for purpose—and talk some sense into her.’

      Her words were greeted by a prolonged silence.

      Just when it was becoming awkward, he breathed deeply. ‘Are you really that desperate to see me married to someone else?’

      ‘Yes—’ Her heart was bumping and she trod through the conversation like someone walking on quicksand. ‘Yes, I am.’

      There was a hard, humourless slant to his smile. ‘Would that make it easier?’

      It would have been a waste of time to pretend she didn’t know what he was talking about. Their eyes locked for a brief moment but it was long enough for her to know that she was in trouble. ‘Let’s not do this, Mal.’

      But of course he didn’t listen. His hand slid beneath her chin and he forced her to look at him. ‘We’re doing this.’ This time his tone was harsh. ‘We’ve wasted enough time and taken enough wrong turnings. Just because we made a mistake once doesn’t mean we have to do it again.’

      ‘For crying out loud—’ the words were shaky ‘—five minutes ago you were engaged to marry another woman.’

      ‘That wasn’t my choice. This is.’

      That didn’t make sense to her. Despite duty and responsibility, he was a man who chose his own path.

      ‘What the hell are you saying? Mal—’

      ‘Tell me why you were so determined that I marry Kalila. Tell me, Avery. Spell it out.’

      ‘Because you’re the marrying type and because she’s perfect for you and because—’ she choked on the confession ‘—and because I thought it would make it easier if you were married.’

      Emotion flared in his eyes. ‘And did it?’

      ‘No.’ The words came out as a whisper. ‘No. It didn’t. Nothing does. But that doesn’t stop

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