It's All Greek to Me (26 page)
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Authors: Katie MacAlister
“You just don’t hear anything I say, do you?”
Patricia said, her face red.
Patricia said, her face red.
“I hear what you’re saying,” Harry said, giving her a long look.
“I also hear what you’re not saying.
If you can come to lunch tomorrow, I’ll show you around the apartment and we can talk about redecorating.”
“I also hear what you’re not saying.
If you can come to lunch tomorrow, I’ll show you around the apartment and we can talk about redecorating.”
“I’m very familiar with the apartment,” Patricia threw at her head as she pulled open the door and walked through it.
“And there’s no way in hell I’m going to do anything but take from you the man I once loved.”
“And there’s no way in hell I’m going to do anything but take from you the man I once loved.”
Harry stopped by Iakovos’ office on the way home.
He was standing in the hall outside his office, talking with Dmitri.
She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his neck to breathe in his scent.
He was standing in the hall outside his office, talking with Dmitri.
She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his neck to breathe in his scent.
“Hold me,” she said.
He did.
Dmitri made an excuse and left.
Harry stood holding on to Iakovos, allowing his love to wash away all the pain that seemed to cover her in sorrow.
After a few minutes, she looked up at him.
“I’ve asked Patricia to redecorate our apartment.”
Harry stood holding on to Iakovos, allowing his love to wash away all the pain that seemed to cover her in sorrow.
After a few minutes, she looked up at him.
“I’ve asked Patricia to redecorate our apartment.”
His eyebrows rose.
“She said she’s going to take you from me.
I told her I trusted you.
Don’t prove me wrong.”
I told her I trusted you.
Don’t prove me wrong.”
He said nothing as she left.
The following day, promptly at noon, the doorman buzzed to say that Patricia was waiting downstairs.
“All right, let’s get this done as quickly as possible,” Patricia said a few minutes later as Harry held open the door for her.
“Lunch on the patio in ten minutes, please, Mrs.
Avrabos,” Harry told the housekeeper.
Avrabos,” Harry told the housekeeper.
“Yes,
kyria
,” the woman said, her eyes flicking between Harry and Patricia.
kyria
,” the woman said, her eyes flicking between Harry and Patricia.
“This is the living room, as you probably remember,” Harry said, waving toward the room in question.
Patricia whipped out both a digital camera and a notepad.
She took a few pictures, then made a few quick notes.
Patricia whipped out both a digital camera and a notepad.
She took a few pictures, then made a few quick notes.
“The bedrooms are down this way.
Elena’s you won’t need to touch—she’s happy with it.
Theo’s should probably be left alone, as well.
This is our room.”
Elena’s you won’t need to touch—she’s happy with it.
Theo’s should probably be left alone, as well.
This is our room.”
“I remember that one, darling,” Patricia said with a toss of her head as she entered the room.
“Hmm.
I see not much has changed.
Iakovos still favors the right side of the bed.”
“Hmm.
I see not much has changed.
Iakovos still favors the right side of the bed.”
Harry was determined to keep her temper.
“You’ll have to work around the bed.
It’s custom-made to Iakovos’ specifications.
But other than that, I’m open to change.
The dressing room could use some freshening up as well.
I really do not like the bathroom at all—it’s too grimly modern, so if you could warm that up, I’d be grateful.”
“You’ll have to work around the bed.
It’s custom-made to Iakovos’ specifications.
But other than that, I’m open to change.
The dressing room could use some freshening up as well.
I really do not like the bathroom at all—it’s too grimly modern, so if you could warm that up, I’d be grateful.”
Patricia snorted.
“The room next to ours will be the nursery.
I don’t have anything in there yet, so I’d like it to be one of the first rooms you work on.”
I don’t have anything in there yet, so I’d like it to be one of the first rooms you work on.”
“You don’t have your nursery in order?”
Patricia looked like she couldn’t believe her ears.
Patricia looked like she couldn’t believe her ears.
“It’s not that I don’t want to—I just hate shopping.
I was going to order everything online, but it’s kind of difficult to navigate through online Greek stores.
And I have a book due, and .
.
.
well, it’s just been delayed.”
I was going to order everything online, but it’s kind of difficult to navigate through online Greek stores.
And I have a book due, and .
.
.
well, it’s just been delayed.”
Patricia made a disgusted sound.
“The offices are down this hall,” Harry said, walking back through the living room to the other side of the apartment.
“My office needs work.
It’s too dark.
This is Iakovos’ office, but he said he’d like it left the way it is.
This one next to it is Dmitri’s.
He’s willing to have you make changes, so long as you let him see the desk first.
He evidently is quite picky about desks.
Oh, and he said no floral designs.
Over here is the theater.
The electronics are fine, but if you could find more comfortable seating, I’d be grateful.
The two guest rooms need full makeovers.
The kitchen is this way.”
“My office needs work.
It’s too dark.
This is Iakovos’ office, but he said he’d like it left the way it is.
This one next to it is Dmitri’s.
He’s willing to have you make changes, so long as you let him see the desk first.
He evidently is quite picky about desks.
Oh, and he said no floral designs.
Over here is the theater.
The electronics are fine, but if you could find more comfortable seating, I’d be grateful.
The two guest rooms need full makeovers.
The kitchen is this way.”
Patricia continued to take pictures and make notes.
By the time they were done touring the kitchen, formal dining room, and housekeeper’s rooms, Harry was more than ready to sit down.
By the time they were done touring the kitchen, formal dining room, and housekeeper’s rooms, Harry was more than ready to sit down.
“I see Mrs.
Avrabos has lunch ready.
Shall we?”
Avrabos has lunch ready.
Shall we?”
“But of course, Lady Bountiful.”
Harry bit her tongue, determined to get through this if it killed her.
As she took her seat, however, she couldn’t help but notice the housekeeper’s glare pointed at Patricia.
As she took her seat, however, she couldn’t help but notice the housekeeper’s glare pointed at Patricia.
“Old biddy,” Patricia muttered as the housekeeper served lunch and left.
“I take it you don’t like her?”
Harry asked as she helped herself to salad and moussaka, unable to keep from adding, “She doesn’t seem very happy to have you here.”
Harry asked as she helped herself to salad and moussaka, unable to keep from adding, “She doesn’t seem very happy to have you here.”
“No, I’m sure she’s not.”
Patricia smiled, and Harry knew a big zinger was coming.
“Not since she caught Iakovos and me making love in the kitchen that time.”
Patricia smiled, and Harry knew a big zinger was coming.
“Not since she caught Iakovos and me making love in the kitchen that time.”
Harry looked at her.
“I give that about a six-point-five.
Not enough to really piss me off, but adequate enough that I will think about it the next time I’m in the kitchen.”
“I give that about a six-point-five.
Not enough to really piss me off, but adequate enough that I will think about it the next time I’m in the kitchen.”
To her surprise, Patricia gave a bark of laughter.
“All right, since you are so determined to do this, let us play designer and client.
What do you want me to make of this place?”
“All right, since you are so determined to do this, let us play designer and client.
What do you want me to make of this place?”
“I want it to be a home.”
Patricia shot her a fiery look.
“Have you seen Iakovos’ house?
Oh, I’m sure you have.”
Oh, I’m sure you have.”
“Yes, I have,” Patricia responded with a tight smile.
“Well, that’s what I mean by a home.
That house is beautifully decorated.
It feels warm, and real, like people live there, not automatons.”
That house is beautifully decorated.
It feels warm, and real, like people live there, not automatons.”
“I’m glad you think so.
I worked hard on that house.”
I worked hard on that house.”
Harry bit back an exclamation.
“You decorated it?
The house on the island?”
“You decorated it?
The house on the island?”
“Yes.
It’s how Iakovos and I met.”
It’s how Iakovos and I met.”
She digested this information.
“Well, you did a beautiful job .
.
.
er .
.
.
you didn’t do this apartment, did you?”
“Well, you did a beautiful job .
.
.
er .
.
.
you didn’t do this apartment, did you?”
“No.”
Patricia’s lip curled.
“You can’t blame me for this place.”
Patricia’s lip curled.
“You can’t blame me for this place.”
“Well, then you must know the sort of thing I want.
You know the colors Iakovos likes—those are fine with me.
And you know the style of what I want.”
You know the colors Iakovos likes—those are fine with me.
And you know the style of what I want.”
“Yes, I think I know what you want.
You want me to make a home for you and your children, so you can be happy here with the man I love.”
You want me to make a home for you and your children, so you can be happy here with the man I love.”
Harry just wanted to throw the pitcher of lemonade at her.
“Oh, for god’s sake, Patricia!
Can’t we be civilized about this?”
“Oh, for god’s sake, Patricia!
Can’t we be civilized about this?”
“By all means, let’s be civilized,” Patricia snarled.
“We’re two women who are both intent on having the same man, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be pals.”
“We’re two women who are both intent on having the same man, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be pals.”
Harry had had enough; finally she’d had enough.
“Stop it, Patricia, just stop it!”
She slammed down her glass of lemonade.
“You don’t want Iakovos!”
“Stop it, Patricia, just stop it!”
She slammed down her glass of lemonade.
“You don’t want Iakovos!”
“Who says I don’t?”
“I say you don’t.
Do you know what I’d do if Iakovos told me he didn’t think our relationship had anything to offer either of us anymore?
I’d fight, Patricia.
I’d fight like hell to make sure that it did.
I’d fight to keep his love, and I’d fight and fight, and go on fighting until I had his love again.
I sure as hell wouldn’t walk away from him.
You don’t do that to someone you love.”
Do you know what I’d do if Iakovos told me he didn’t think our relationship had anything to offer either of us anymore?
I’d fight, Patricia.
I’d fight like hell to make sure that it did.
I’d fight to keep his love, and I’d fight and fight, and go on fighting until I had his love again.
I sure as hell wouldn’t walk away from him.
You don’t do that to someone you love.”
Patricia sat stiff as a board, her face red, her gaze on the distance.
“So let’s have a little understanding, you and me,” Harry continued.
“You can pretend whatever you want.
You can tell me about every single one of your intimate moments with Iakovos.
You can threaten me and do your damnedest to piss me off, but if you do, it’ll only be to make yourself feel better.
It won’t have
any
effect on me.”
“You can pretend whatever you want.
You can tell me about every single one of your intimate moments with Iakovos.
You can threaten me and do your damnedest to piss me off, but if you do, it’ll only be to make yourself feel better.
It won’t have
any
effect on me.”
Patricia got up and walked away without another word.
Harry stood up slowly, catching the eye of Mrs.
Avrabos, who stood in the living room, looking out onto the patio.
Avrabos, who stood in the living room, looking out onto the patio.
“Oh, that went well, don’t you think?”
she said, wanting to cry.
she said, wanting to cry.
Mrs.
Avrabos nodded her head.
“Yes,
kyria
, that went well.
It went very well.”
Avrabos nodded her head.
“Yes,
kyria
, that went well.
It went very well.”
Chapter 21
H
is wedding day dawned stormy, dark, and with the threat of oversetting the entire event.
He should have known that such an important event would never go the way it should when it concerned his turbulent sea goddess.
is wedding day dawned stormy, dark, and with the threat of oversetting the entire event.
He should have known that such an important event would never go the way it should when it concerned his turbulent sea goddess.
“Sweetheart, you’re going to have to get up or you won’t make it to the wedding,” he told Harry two hours after he had risen to see what sort of wind damage had been done to his house.
The waves pounded with ferocity on his little island, spray flying up from the rocks to splatter against the windows.
The waves pounded with ferocity on his little island, spray flying up from the rocks to splatter against the windows.
Harry rolled over from where she’d finally gotten comfortable on a number of pillows.
“Oh, stuff the wedding.”
“Oh, stuff the wedding.”
“Is it too much for you?”
he asked, wondering if he’d pushed her into something she wasn’t ready for yet.
he asked, wondering if he’d pushed her into something she wasn’t ready for yet.
“Is what too much for me?
Help me up.”
He put an arm around her and helped her to her feet.
She wore that damned nightgown again, the one he hated, but she had, the last few weeks, been overcome with shyness around him, and had insisted on wearing it to bed.
Help me up.”
He put an arm around her and helped her to her feet.
She wore that damned nightgown again, the one he hated, but she had, the last few weeks, been overcome with shyness around him, and had insisted on wearing it to bed.
“The wedding?”
She paused on the way to the bathroom, tossing him a smile over her shoulder.
“No, I’m just being cranky.
Although, good god, look at those storm clouds.
I just hope the boat from town can make it over, or we won’t have Elena and the mayor.”
“No, I’m just being cranky.
Although, good god, look at those storm clouds.
I just hope the boat from town can make it over, or we won’t have Elena and the mayor.”
“They’ll be here.”
An hour later the boat did make it over, but he had been watching the skies, worried that perhaps the sea was celebrating their marriage a little too vigorously.
He went down to meet the launch expecting to see Dmitri, Elena, and the mayor—who would be performing the ceremony—but the two additional people huddled into the cabin gave him a moment’s pause.
He went down to meet the launch expecting to see Dmitri, Elena, and the mayor—who would be performing the ceremony—but the two additional people huddled into the cabin gave him a moment’s pause.
“Theo,” he said as the other three made a dash for the house.
His brother stood before him for a moment before turning around and holding out his hand.
“You didn’t think I’d miss your wedding, did you, darling?”
Iakovos swore under his breath as Patricia emerged from the cabin to give him an arch smile.
“Did Harry invite you?”
“Did Harry invite you?”
“She’s here as my guest,” Theo said, with a challenging look.
Just what he needed—something to upset his bride on the day that was supposed to be one of her best.
“You’re both welcome, then,” he said through his teeth, glancing up in surprise at the sky as lightning flashed across the clouds, followed by a rumble of thunder.
“Looks like you’re having all sorts of bad omens.
Doesn’t a storm for a wedding mean it’s doomed?”
Patricia asked as she hurried with them to the house.
Doesn’t a storm for a wedding mean it’s doomed?”
Patricia asked as she hurried with them to the house.
“Perhaps for anyone else it might, but not for us,” Iakovos said, feeling cheerful about that at least.
Harry, he knew, loved storms almost as much as he did.
“The ceremony will be in half an hour in the music room.”
Harry, he knew, loved storms almost as much as he did.
“The ceremony will be in half an hour in the music room.”
“Should I go offer my help to the bride?”
Patricia asked, a thin smile on her face.
Patricia asked, a thin smile on her face.
Iakovos knew what was going on between Harry and her, and had enough sense to stay out of their battle to establish a working relationship.
Unless Patricia gave him reason to, he wouldn’t interfere.
“If you think she would benefit from it, then by all means, do so.
She’s in our bedroom.”
Unless Patricia gave him reason to, he wouldn’t interfere.
“If you think she would benefit from it, then by all means, do so.
She’s in our bedroom.”
He went off to greet the mayor properly before tending to his other duties.
After getting a report about a few windows broken in one of the bungalows, checking with Spyros regarding the house, and listening to Rosalia complain about Patricia’s presence, he spent a few minutes alone with an excited Elena, who had just come from seeing Harry.
After getting a report about a few windows broken in one of the bungalows, checking with Spyros regarding the house, and listening to Rosalia complain about Patricia’s presence, he spent a few minutes alone with an excited Elena, who had just come from seeing Harry.
“I’m so happy,” Elena cried, hugging him a third time.
“I just know you will be, too.”
“I just know you will be, too.”
“I will—” They both looked up when something struck the house.
Iakovos went out with Spyros to evaluate the damage, returning to the house soaking wet.
He took the stairs three at a time, heading for his dressing room since Harry had claimed their bedroom for the day.
He changed into his wedding clothes, then paused outside the door, listening for voices.
There were none.
He stuck his head in to make sure everything was all right.
He took the stairs three at a time, heading for his dressing room since Harry had claimed their bedroom for the day.
He changed into his wedding clothes, then paused outside the door, listening for voices.
There were none.
He stuck his head in to make sure everything was all right.
“You’re not supposed to see the bride before the wedding, you know,” Harry said, looking at her reflection as she stood in front of the mirror on the bureau.
“It’s bad luck.
Not that I believe that, because honestly, how is that supposed to be bad?
You saw me a little bit ago, and you didn’t run screaming from the room declaring you had changed your mind and that you wanted to stay number five and not be stricken off the list.
So really, if you didn’t run away then, how can seeing me now be bad?”
She turned to look at him as she spoke the last words, her eyes opening wide as she took in his appearance.
“It’s bad luck.
Not that I believe that, because honestly, how is that supposed to be bad?
You saw me a little bit ago, and you didn’t run screaming from the room declaring you had changed your mind and that you wanted to stay number five and not be stricken off the list.
So really, if you didn’t run away then, how can seeing me now be bad?”
She turned to look at him as she spoke the last words, her eyes opening wide as she took in his appearance.
He would have been pleased by her reaction, since he’d ordered the tuxedo from his favorite tailor just for the wedding, but he was too busy staring at her to be able to think.
The dress she wore was floor length, a mottled green that started at her shoulders in a pale jade color, flowing down in elegant, rippling lines over her breasts, flaring out with her belly, and falling to gentle folds, the color of the fabric changing from jade to a deep, dark forest green at her feet.
Her hair had been swept back off her face, but tumbled down her back in a riotous mass that he longed to touch.
Her hair had been swept back off her face, but tumbled down her back in a riotous mass that he longed to touch.
But it was her eyes that made him feel like someone had just punched him in the chest.
They glowed with so much love, he wanted to go down on his knees and thank god for her.
They glowed with so much love, he wanted to go down on his knees and thank god for her.
“I suppose it’s expected that a bride in my condition should say something about wishing she was thinner and able to wear white on her wedding day, but somehow, I don’t seem to care about that,” she told him.
“You take my breath away, you’re so beautiful,” he said.
She actually blushed, which delighted him beyond understanding.
“You take my breath away, too, you know.
That tux is gorgeous.
I like the white tie.
I like the way the pants cling to your thighs.
I like the fact that beneath it, you’re naked.”
“You take my breath away, too, you know.
That tux is gorgeous.
I like the white tie.
I like the way the pants cling to your thighs.
I like the fact that beneath it, you’re naked.”
He pulled a long, slim box from the inner pocket.
“I know you don’t want this, and I know you’ll give me hell for it, but I have to do this, Eglantine.
I have to give you this.”
“I know you don’t want this, and I know you’ll give me hell for it, but I have to do this, Eglantine.
I have to give you this.”
“What is it, Yacky?”
She looked suspicious as he opened the box.
She gave a little shake of her head as she reached out to touch it.
“It’s beautiful.”
She looked suspicious as he opened the box.
She gave a little shake of her head as she reached out to touch it.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Not even remotely close to your beauty.
Will you wear it?”
Will you wear it?”
Her fingers ran down the curling gold wire that twisted around and above and below the thick emeralds.
He’d asked the designer for something that would mimic the waves of her hair as it lay spread out on his bed, and he was pleased with the results.
“Yes, I’ll wear it.
Thank you, Iakovos.”
He’d asked the designer for something that would mimic the waves of her hair as it lay spread out on his bed, and he was pleased with the results.
“Yes, I’ll wear it.
Thank you, Iakovos.”
He moved around behind her to drape it around her neck.
In her hair were shining gold leaves, twined through the tumbled curls.
He brushed aside the heavy fall of hair, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.
She gave a little shiver and looked over her shoulder at him, the fingers of one hand touching the emeralds reverentially.
In her hair were shining gold leaves, twined through the tumbled curls.
He brushed aside the heavy fall of hair, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.
She gave a little shiver and looked over her shoulder at him, the fingers of one hand touching the emeralds reverentially.
“How did you know I was going to pick a green dress?”
she asked.
she asked.
He smiled and backed away from her, lest he damn everything but his own need to claim her.
“I know how you think, sweetheart.
You didn’t do as I asked for the last few dresses, so I knew this one would be green.”
“I know how you think, sweetheart.
You didn’t do as I asked for the last few dresses, so I knew this one would be green.”
She sighed mournfully.
“Well, now all the magic’s gone, and you’ll get tired of me, and then Patricia will be right and I’ll have to eat crow.”
“Well, now all the magic’s gone, and you’ll get tired of me, and then Patricia will be right and I’ll have to eat crow.”
“I am walking away from you,” he said, doing exactly that.
“But only because if I stay here with you, I’ll end up stripping that very pretty dress from your magnificent body and spending the rest of the day making love to you.”
“But only because if I stay here with you, I’ll end up stripping that very pretty dress from your magnificent body and spending the rest of the day making love to you.”
“I love you, too,” she called after him, making him smile.
The wedding ceremony was short, sweet, and just exactly how Harry wanted it to be.
The wedding night, she mused several hours later as she sat huddled under a blanket in a small sitting room, could have been better.
The wedding night, she mused several hours later as she sat huddled under a blanket in a small sitting room, could have been better.
“If I’d have known I was going to be held prisoner here, I would have brought something to read, at least,” Patricia complained as she paced past where Harry sat.
Elena looked up from one of her magazines.
“You can have one of mine.”
“You can have one of mine.”
A blast of wind hit the side of the house, making the windows shudder.
All three women looked silently at the windows for a few seconds before returning to their previous occupations.
All three women looked silently at the windows for a few seconds before returning to their previous occupations.
“We have books,” Harry said slowly.
“I don’t want your books.
Where’s Theo?
The least he could do is distract me with sex, so I don’t have to sit here and watch you gestate.”
Where’s Theo?
The least he could do is distract me with sex, so I don’t have to sit here and watch you gestate.”
“Well, if it makes you feel any better,” Harry said, suddenly too tired to care, “I don’t particularly want to spend the evening with you, either.”
Patricia glared at her for a moment, then stomped out of the room, only to return a short while later with a stack of catalogs and fabric samples.
“Go through these and tell me what you like,” she said, throwing them down on the couch next to Harry.
“Fabric samples?”
Harry asked as she touched them.
“You brought fabric samples to my wedding?”
Harry asked as she touched them.
“You brought fabric samples to my wedding?”
“Is there any other reason I would be here?”
Patricia snarled.
“You want me to redecorate; I’m redecorating.
Now which of the blues do you like for the nursery?
And do you want a mural on the wall or stenciling?”
Patricia snarled.
“You want me to redecorate; I’m redecorating.
Now which of the blues do you like for the nursery?
And do you want a mural on the wall or stenciling?”
A surprisingly enjoyable half hour was spent sorting through the paint chips, rug samples, and little swatches of fabric, as well as perusing a couple of fixture catalogs.
Elena abandoned her fashion magazine to peer over Harry’s shoulder, offering advice and announcing that she wanted her room redone in the style of a harem.
Elena abandoned her fashion magazine to peer over Harry’s shoulder, offering advice and announcing that she wanted her room redone in the style of a harem.
“I suspect your brother will have something to say about that,” Harry said, handing back to Patricia the last of the samples.
“And I don’t imagine it’ll be anything positive.
Thank you, by the way.”
“And I don’t imagine it’ll be anything positive.
Thank you, by the way.”
Patricia gave her a wary look.
“For doing my job?”
“For doing my job?”
“For being human.”
She struggled to her feet.
“I’m sure today couldn’t have been easy for you.
Ugh.
Must pee or burst.”
She struggled to her feet.
“I’m sure today couldn’t have been easy for you.
Ugh.
Must pee or burst.”
She tended to her bladder, braving the journey upstairs to remove her wedding finery, touching once again the lovely gems at her neck.
She knew it frustrated Iakovos that she wasn’t much for bling, but she wouldn’t have been female if she didn’t appreciate the necklace he’d picked out for her.
It was just the sort of thing she could see herself wearing on those occasions when she had to dress up.
She knew it frustrated Iakovos that she wasn’t much for bling, but she wouldn’t have been female if she didn’t appreciate the necklace he’d picked out for her.
It was just the sort of thing she could see herself wearing on those occasions when she had to dress up.
Honestly, could there be a man any more perfect?
There couldn’t.
He was everything she could ever have wanted in a man.
There couldn’t.
He was everything she could ever have wanted in a man.
She gave his pillow a fond pat and started back downstairs.
As she approached the stairs, footsteps from below caught her ear.
She glanced over the banister to see Iakovos, Patricia at his side.
He’d removed his tuxedo jacket and tie, and wore only the shirt, open partway, the white material stark against his darker skin as it molded to the thick muscles of his chest dampened by the rain and spray of the sea.
As she approached the stairs, footsteps from below caught her ear.
She glanced over the banister to see Iakovos, Patricia at his side.
He’d removed his tuxedo jacket and tie, and wore only the shirt, open partway, the white material stark against his darker skin as it molded to the thick muscles of his chest dampened by the rain and spray of the sea.
“Does she know?”
Patricia asked, sliding Iakovos an unreadable look.
Patricia asked, sliding Iakovos an unreadable look.
“No,” he answered, and with a nod, he strode to the bottom of the stairs.
“You
are
going to tell her soon, I hope,” Patricia called after him.
are
going to tell her soon, I hope,” Patricia called after him.
“Yes.”
Harry hurriedly backpedaled, spinning around to run somewhere, anywhere.
The sound of him coming up the stairs sent her into a fast waddle to Elena’s room, where she closed the door and leaned against it, her heart beating wildly.
The sound of him coming up the stairs sent her into a fast waddle to Elena’s room, where she closed the door and leaned against it, her heart beating wildly.
Perfect man, her ass!
That bastard was two-timing her!
That bastard was two-timing her!
The second the thought emerged, she realized just how stupid it was.
The look on Iakovos’ face was not even remotely lover-like; in fact, he looked more tired than anything.
And there she was, hiding from him, the man she loved with her whole being, and he was tired and could probably use a bit of comfort on a day that he’d done his best to make special for her.
The look on Iakovos’ face was not even remotely lover-like; in fact, he looked more tired than anything.
And there she was, hiding from him, the man she loved with her whole being, and he was tired and could probably use a bit of comfort on a day that he’d done his best to make special for her.
She flung open the door and marched into their bedroom, but it was empty except for a damp shirt lying on the floor.
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