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Tate was sure he wasn’t imagining the slight catch in Rex’s voice when he mentioned the honeymoon. Which made precisely zero sense. His brother was the least romantic person Tate could imagine.

‘You know, falling for Sarah, it caught me totally unawares. I wasn’t expecting this. You never know what—or who—is around the corner.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Just that you could be next. Down the aisle and all that.’

Rex took a step back, jerking his gaze towards the window again, as though he didn’t want to interact with Tate’s statement. ‘No,’ he said, though, eventually, ‘marriage isn’t for me. Believe me, I know.’

‘I thought the same thing—’

Rex turned to face him again. ‘But I know. I won’t be walking down the aisle with anyone. Ever. Now, go, Tate. Don’t keep Sarah waiting.’

Exasperation flared inside Tate, along with a sense Rex was concealing something. But his older brother had a very valid point, one he didn’t dare disagree with. His bride was waiting, and Tate really had no choice but to go to her.

‘Call if you need anything,’ Tate said as he walked to the door.

Rex’s deep laugh followed him, and Tate let out a breath of relief at Rex’s apparent return to normal. ‘Believe me, I’m not going to distract you on your honeymoon. Go, enjoy yourself. And, Tate? Congratulations. I can tell you’re going to be very happy together.’

‘Thanks, bro.’ And as Tate left the study, he recognised that Rex was one hundred per cent right: they were going to be very happy together, for as long as they both should live.

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