Her hair had been swept into an elaborate updo in preparation for the afternoon ceremony and her eyes were rimmed with kohl, her lips a deep pink. The honking of a car horn reminded him that stately cars had been coming and going all morning, delivering guests who would witness his joining with this woman he cherished above all others.
Cherished?
Loved.
He went dead still.
Was that really what was going on here? His heart pounded inside his chest as the words took root in his mind. He nearly laughed. Of course he loved her. It was as clear as crystal all of a sudden. His obsession with finding her, his uninterest in considering shared custody—and yes, he had strong views about that and he never wanted Nadeena to suffer as he had—but Nadeena wasn’t him and neither he nor Imogen would do that to her.
He wiped a smudge of dirt from Nadeena’s cheek. The simple fact was that Imogen completed him. Waking up beside her, holding her in his arms at night, listening to her talk about her dreams, her hopes...wanting to see her fulfil her true potential.
Last night she’d turned him away because she had wanted to start their wedding off on the right foot. Now he wanted to do the same thing. Because he knew she only wanted to marry for love and he wanted to tell her how he felt before the ceremony. He didn’t want her going into this wedding thinking that this was nothing but a marriage of convenience for him. Or inconvenience, as he had arrogantly claimed a week ago. He gave his daughter a wry smile. ‘Your papa can be an ass.’
She looked at him solemnly and babbled something as if she was in complete agreement.
Laughing, he glanced up at the balcony again only to find it empty. A sudden feeling of vulnerability gripped him hard. What would she say when he told her how he felt? And was now really the right time? Perhaps he should wait, sound her out a little before he dived straight in with the I love yous? Hell, how did a man even start a conversation like that?
Deep in thought as he strode into the palace, he didn’t see his brother until he almost ran straight into him.
Relief was followed swiftly by absolute fury. ‘Where the hell have you been? You have a lot of explaining to do.’ He took in Zach’s dishevelled state—his wrinkled clothes that were covered in dust and dirt, his beard growth that looked to be at least a week old.
‘I do?’ Zach raised a dust-covered eyebrow. ‘Thanks for the concern and the belated rescue team.’
Nadir frowned. ‘You look like hell. What happened?’
‘The short version is that I had an unfortunate run-in with one of the less welcoming tribes in the mountains.’
‘Hell. For a while I thought you were holed up with a woman.’
Zach laughed. ‘I suppose technically you could say that I was but it wasn’t by choice and she’s more like a spitting she-cat than a woman. One who is currently locked in the old harem. Not the most convenient situation on your wedding day, but then I didn’t know it was your wedding day until about an hour ago.’
Nadir stared at him. ‘You have a woman locked in the harem?’
‘Farah Hajjar, to be exact,’ he growled, his words laced with disgust.
‘Mohamed Hajjar’s daughter!’
‘One and the same.’
Nadir swore. ‘Hajjar will have your head for that.’