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They were almost at Tiffany’s Marco took out his phone and hit a speed dial button

“Hello?” a slightly-accented male voice said

“Khan, you desert reprobate, what are you doing on my turf?”

His Royal Highness Sheikh Khan ibn Zain al Hassad, Reigning Prince of Altara, laughed

“It’s good to hear your voice, Marco How are you?”

“I’reat And you?”

“I arees with me”

“I’”

“I am, too, but I understood You were in South America, as I recall”

“Yes Brazil So, how is your bride?”

“Laurel is pregnant,” Khan said, his voice rich with pride “And here’s your chance finally to meet her”

“I’ for drinks and dinner? You know ht?”

“We don’t want you to put you to any trouble”

“It won’t be any trouble; it’ll be a pleasure to see you again and to meet Laurel” Marco cleared his throat “There will, ah, there will be someone with me”

“Truly, we don’t want to inconvenience you If you have a date tonight—”