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thought.
                “Say one last thing for Saffi, please,” Pearl begged prettily just as the priest started to speak.
                Staffan wanted to kill himself.
                “Please, son?”
                Ah, fuck. Mothers were always his fucking weakness. He turned to Saffi. In gruff Swedish, he said the first thing that came to his mind once more. “It’s a beautiful night. We’re looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby – I think…” Staffan broke off.
                Saffi looked at him questioningly, concern darkening eyes.
                Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck.
                Staffan finished grimly, “…I wanna marry you.”
                The rest of the wedding ceremony was a blur, and the next thing he knew, they had exchanged rings. The judge was pronouncing them married and inviting him to kiss the bride. He started to make an excuse, but Saffi was suddenly there, making her mother laugh in surprise.
                Her arms wound around his neck and when she tiptoed, he drew his breath sharply because she still had stars in her eyes. And then her lips covered his.
                Staffan’s world stopped turning with that kiss, and his heart stopped beating when Saffi whispered in perfectly good Swedish, “I promise you, Staffan. One day, you’ll know that Bruno Mars was wrong on our count. It’s not a dumb thing to marry me.”
     
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                Less than an hour later, Staffan and Saffi were strapped in their seats as his private jet took off. He kept his gaze off her, hating himself for still wanting the girl who had fucked him over more than any other person in the world.
                Staffan’s cold anger was palpable, but she did her best to ignore it, drawing strength from the gold band that now encircled her finger. Gazing down at it, she asked, “Where are we flying for our honeymoon?” Staffan’s answering laugh made her wince.
                “You really think I want you in my fucking bed?”
                Yes, Saffi thought. She really did think that, but she supposed it would be better not to say it. Out loud, she asked, “Where are we flying then?”
                He answered curtly, “Sweden. My parents would like to meet my bride .” He had done his very best to wriggle out of tonight’s visit, but his mother had been insistent.
                “She must be devastated, son, to have the whole world thinking that your baby belongs to someone else. She must know we will love her and be behind her all the way.” No doubt, his mother had remembered all the years they had been shunned by the entire town.
                Again, she winced at the way he spoke, and she unconsciously covered her stomach with one hand.
                Staffan saw the gesture. “We’ll make them believe your baby’s mine.” He looked at her with hard eyes. “And we’ll make them believe that we’re fucking happy together.”
                Saffi was quiet at his words, and he didn’t trust it one bit. In a moment, he knew he was right not to do so as she asked, “What’s in it for me?” She winced at Staffan’s torrent of curses.
                “How the fuck can you ask something like that after what I did for your mother?”
                She forced herself to meet his furious gaze. Even with him probably wishing she was dead, she still couldn’t stop thinking that he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen, the only man she would ever love. The thought made her stroke her stomach. Little one, don’t listen to your daddy for now. He’s having a…mid-life crisis. Her first words to her baby might be a lie, but it was better than the truth.
                She repeated, “What do I get, Staffan?”
                “You’re