“Her favourite colour is yellow.” He’d made the deduction after seeing that it was the dominant colour in her bedroom. “She has a mother, father and sister, all living relatively close to her, though her parents reside outside the city where she and her sister live.”

Narin frowned. “And Yasmin is unmarried?”

“Of course.” Volkan had to swallow the bolt of jealousy that hit him when his mother suggested his future wife might already be married. “Neither sister is married yet. It’s common in a place like Ontario for young women to move away from home to pursue a career before a family.”

Narin’s expression told Volkan what his somewhat old-fashioned mother thought about young unmarried women living away from their families. His father had held similar beliefs. Volkan’s first marriage had been semi-arranged, though the couple was given a chance to get to know each other and the option to back out if a wedding wasn’t what they desired. They’d both been eager though, and very much in favour of a union by the time the marriage took place.

Volkan was more progressive than his parents. He had to be if he was going to run a multi-national transport company worth billions of dollars. He had to be willing to set beliefs aside to meet potential clients and partners across a globe filled with political tensions. His father had sacrificed a lot of business due to outdated principles. Volkan wouldn’t make the same mistake.

“Well, I wish you every happiness, my son,” Narin said with a smile. “You deserve it.”

Volkan gazed past his mother, his thoughts on Yasmin, as he said, “Fate brought her into my path, and now I will take control of the outcome to ensure Yasmin becomes my bride.”

The smile faded from Narin’s lips and she looked at him speculatively. “How long have you known this girl?”

Volkan shrugged. “Not long. A few weeks.”

She looked worried. “And she’s agreed to marry you? Because a woman who wants to marry after such a short time might only be after your…”

“Money?” Volkan said with a laugh, conjuring an image of an angry Yasmin, putting him in his place after her dinner with her sister. He didn’t blame her for objecting to his jealous rage, but he wasn’t going to let her anger stop them from enjoying a long life together.

She was perfect for him. Young, attractive, studious, serious, but also kind and compassionate. He’d dated plenty of gorgeous and sophisticated women, but none could compare to the way he felt when he was with the no-nonsense student who didn’t give one rip about his pocketbook.

He shook his head. “She doesn’t care about the money.”

“How do you know?” Narin pushed.