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“You have to tell me what’s going on, Zahir. My mother’s heart can’t take any stress. I can’t have her exposed to, to, to…” The feeling she’d swallowed chips of ice hit Miah with renewed vengeance. There was no way to protect her mom from what had happened, no way to hide the blood splatters on her wedding gown. On Zahir’s tuxedo. All she could do was deal with the aftermath.

“If I had answers for you, love, I would give them to you.”

He had dragged her to the master stateroom and now stood by the door as though guarding it, or blocking her exit. She spied Cailin’s cell phone on the bed and grabbed it. “Then, we’ll let the police figure it out.”

“No.” He rushed to her, snatched the phone and thumbed the off button. “We aren’t calling the police.”

“Give me that.” Miah grabbed for the phone, but he held it out of her reach. Furious, she growled, but stopped fighting him. “Look at us, Zahir. There’s blood on our wedding clothes. Someone was shooting at you. You might have been killed. We have to call the police.”

“No.” Zahir’s dark eyes hardened like the slivers of bullet-blackened teak she’d tweezed from his forehead earlier.

“The harbor patrol, then,” she insisted. She wanted the person who’d shot at her groom, who’d ruined the joyous day she’d planned for her mother, who’d given her mother the very stress she’d vowed would not touch her. And she wanted that person now.

“No, love. This must be handled privately.”

“Privately? Privately!” She supposed his calm tone was meant to soothe her. It had the opposite effect. She moved at him and poked her index finger against his chest as she spoke, each strike a punctuation of her words. “Bullets were fired. That’s against the law. A matter for the cops.”