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Erica shook her head. “Definitely meant to be. Are you coming to the wedding with these guys?”

Tamsyn gave her a strange look. “Wedding? Oh, Alina’s wedding?”

“Yes,” Erica said. “Shit. Sorry if I got ahead of myself. I forgot that you’ve only been together a short while.”

“It’s fine,” Salem told her. “I was going to ask Tamsyn, but I hadn’t had a chance to, yet.”

Erica winced again.

They’d talked about inviting her to the wedding but hadn’t wanted to ask her too early in case she freaked out like she had over coming to Sunday dinner.

“It’s in eight weeks’ time,” Salem told her. “And we would really love if you would come. But I understand if you need time to think about it as it’s in Escana.”

“Can’t believe she’s getting married there,” Salem’s mother said sourly.

“That is where she lives, Mum,” Salem said quietly.

“She should get married here so we can all go. This was her home first.”

“You can go, Mum,” Salem told her. “You still have time to update your passport.”

His mum looked slightly ill.

“We’re definitely going!” Charlene said. “The princes even offered to send their private plane for us.”

“Private plane? Wow,” Tamsyn said.

“Mum, you need to go,” Salem urged. “What is the problem?”

“It will cost a lot of money,” his mother said.

“The flights and accommodation are free,” Salem pointed out.

“I just do not want to go.” His mum got up and left the table and his father sighed.

“Sorry, Dad,” Salem said.

The older man shook his head. “It is not your fault. She just feels nervous about leaving the country. But we will be there. My only daughter is not getting married without me.”

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Salem stripped off Tamsyn’s coat, hat, gloves and scarf as soon as they got into the house. Alexei and Roman seemed to sense that he needed a moment alone with her and they walked off.

Then he stared down at the outfit that he’d bought her.

The very expensive outfit.

That she seemed to hate.

“You don’t like the clothes, do you?” he murmured, running a finger down the buttons.

“What? Yes, I do!”

“No. I bought them for you because . . . well, because I thought it was what you should wear. But you should wear what you like. What makes you happy.”

He now realized that he’d been a real prick about her clothes. When they’d gone shopping together and she’d stepped into the lounge in that colorful, crazy outfit he’d been somewhat horrified.

He’d thought she would be ridiculed if she went out in public like that.

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