THE GREEK'S TINY MIRACLE (17 page)
“I know.” Tears gushed from her eyes. “I love you, darling. So much I can’t begin to tell you.”
“No woman ever fought harder to show her love than you did when you came all the way to this remote island to find me. I’ll never forget,” he said against her mouth. “I’ve got to tell Yannis. Then I’m going to call the family and tell them they’ve become grandparents again.”
CHAPTER TEN
January 24
Y
ANNIS
WAS
WAITING
for her at the car outside the clinic. The temperature had to be in the forties. Her sweater felt good. There’d been some light rain that afternoon, but now that the sun had dropped into the sea, it had stopped.
Stephanie had decided to get her six weeks checkup a few days ahead of schedule, without Nikos knowing. The whole point was to surprise him.
“Dr. Panos says I’m 100 percent healthy, but I need to lose weight.”
“You look good for a new mother.”
“Thank you.”
“Now remember our plan.”
“Are you sure you want to do this, Yannis?”
He grinned. “Nikos’s parents have spent more time on the
Diomedes
than they have at their house. It’s my turn.”
“Alex is crazy about you.”
“I love him. Maria and I have been waiting to tend him. We have it all planned for tonight. Everything’s ready for you on the cruiser.”
“Do you think Nikos suspects anything?”
“No. Tassos is with him and so are your parents. Between family, the demands of the business and the duties of a new father, he’s too exhausted to be doing much thinking.”
She took a shaky breath, so nervous and excited at the same time that she couldn’t hold still. “Then I’ll just keep walking past the yacht to the cruiser, and wait for him to come.”
“When he asks where you are, I’ll tell him that after you got back from shopping, you went in search of the camcorder, since you couldn’t find it in the lounge. In the end he’ll come looking for you.”
This was the first night they would be away from the baby. “We’ll be in that little cove around the point if there’s a problem.”
“Don’t you worry about anything.”
“Alex isn’t too crazy about formula, but he’ll drink it when he gets hungry.”
“Of course he will. It’s Nikos you should be worried about. He needs some attention.”
She had news for him.
So do I.
“You’re an angel, Yannis.”
After he’d parked the car at the dock, she gave him a hug, then ran along the pier to the cruiser and hurried on board. There was just one bedroom below. She turned on the heat to warm things up. While she waited, she took a quick shower and changed into a new nightgown her mother-in-law had given her for Christmas.
Though she was already missing her little boy, she was dying to be with her big boy. They hadn’t been intimate since her vacation on Providenciales. Right now she was horribly nervous. If he still wasn’t prepared to make love to her because of his PTSD, she needed to know before she made herself sick with expectations.
For weeks now they’d shared tender, loving moments with the baby, but Nikos went to bed alone every night like clockwork.
Not tonight!
After leaving the light on in the hallway, she brushed out her hair and climbed under the covers with a novel. For fifteen minutes she kept reading the first page, until she heard him call to her.
“Stephanie? What are you doing? The camcorder was in your bedroom. Come on up. The family’s waiting for you.”
Her heart thudded too hard. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay down here for a while.”
In the silence she could almost hear him thinking. “Why?”
“Because I’d like to have my husband to myself for a little while.”
She heard him come down the stairs. “Are you upset about something?” His voice had suddenly deepened. It did that when he suspected trouble.
“Actually, I am.”
He burst into the bedroom. The worried look on his handsome face was priceless. “What are you doing in bed?”
She sat up, feasting her eyes on him. “I’ve been waiting ten months for you. This afternoon Dr. Panos gave me a clean bill of health, so—”
“You’ve been to see him already?” he interrupted. If she wasn’t mistaken, the news seemed to have shaken him.
“Yes. I couldn’t stand to wait until next week. Everything’s been arranged. Yannis and Maria are taking care of Alex until tomorrow. I told him we’d motor around the point to the cove and stay for the night. I grabbed your medication earlier today. It’s in my purse. So there’s nothing you need to go back for. Your parents and Tassos will understand.”
A haunted look crept over Nikos’s features. “Stephanie—”
“If you have a nightmare, you won’t have to worry you’re hurting the baby. He’s safe and sound on the
Diomedes.
I’m tough, Nikos. I can take whatever happens if you’ll give me the chance. I want to be your wife. Won’t you let me?”
She watched his throat working. It felt like an eternity before he said, “It’s cold on deck. Stay right where you are.”
“I promise.”
In a few minutes she felt the cruiser reversing. After traveling at wake speed, Nikos opened it up and they were flying across the water. It didn’t take long to round the point. He eventually slowed down, and she felt them glide onto the sand in the cove.
More waiting while she heard him take a shower.
Before the light went out, she saw his silhouette in the doorway. He’d hitched a towel around his hips. “I have a confession to make, Stephanie.”
Not another one.
She couldn’t take it. “What is it?”
“When I got back to my unit, I told Kon I’d fallen in love with you, and planned to resign my commission after our mission so I could marry you.”
With a moan of joy she climbed out of bed and ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck.
He crushed her to him, scattering kisses over her face and hair. “Forgive me for being so horrible to you. You’re the most precious thing in my life.”
“There was never anything to forgive. Let’s not talk anymore, darling. We’ve said everything there is to say. I want to make love all night, and the same thing every night for the rest of our lives. You have no understanding of how much I love you.”
Nikos gripped her shoulders. His black eyes blazed with desire. “Actually, I’m one man who
does
know. And one day soon, I’m going to do everything in my power to help you find your own father. He deserves to know he has the most wonderful daughter a man could ever be blessed with. I adore you.”
“And I, you. Love me, darling. Love me.”
They were on fire for each other to a degree they hadn’t known in the Caribbean.
As he picked her up and followed her body down on the bed, he spoke the Greek words she’d been yearning to hear him say. Over and over again he whispered,
“Agape mou.”
My love, my love.
April 26
“Stephanie? Are you ready?” Nikos walked into the nursery they’d made aboard the
Diomedes.
He was so gorgeous, she almost fainted as he approached in a formal gray suit and white shirt.
“We are!” She looked down at their precious four-month-old Alex, who was so excited to see his daddy he kept smiling and lifting his arms. The two were so handsome it brought tears to her eyes to see them together. “Guess what, big boy? Today you’re going to get christened.”
She expected Nikos to pick him up, but he fooled her and swept her into his arms first. “I need this before we go anywhere.” Catching her to him, he gave her a long, passionate kiss reminiscent of their lovemaking earlier that morning, before the baby was awake. It was a good thing her eggshell-colored suit with lace trim was wrinkle proof.
After thinking it over, she and Nikos had decided the ceremony at the church would take place on the date of their baby’s conception. It was a secret between the two of them. Knowing Alex was their miracle child, they’d chosen this particular date to commemorate the sacred occasion.
They’d asked Tassos and Elianna to be godparents. Except for the addition of Nikos’s mother waiting for them at the church where they’d been married, it was like déjà vu to travel there with Yannis and join their closest friends for the baptism.
Tassos hugged Stephanie before speaking on behalf of their child, then they followed the priest to the font, where Nikos’s mother took Alex to undress him and wrap him in a large towel. Stephanie watched in wonder and fascination as they went through the sacrament of baptism.
After the priest gave him the name Alexandros and anointed him, Tassos wrapped the baby in a white sheet and towel. Then Nikos’s mother dressed him in his christening clothes, but as she did so, Nikos’s father suddenly appeared in their circle. He handed the priest a gold cross and chain to give their baby, the first olive branch toward a reconciliation with his son. At that same moment Tassos lit a candle.
Stephanie slid a covert glance to her husband, whose black eyes filled with liquid. She grasped his hand before they walked around the font three times. Earlier, Nikos had told her it symbolized the dance of joy.
With the circle complete except for Stephanie’s mother, who Stephanie felt was watching from heaven, they witnessed their adorable son’s first communion. Stephanie followed Nikos’s lead and kissed Tassos’s hand before he handed her the baby. Everyone murmured,
“Na sas zizi,”
which meant “life to Alexandros.”
They’d planned a party back on the yacht afterward, but for Stephanie the real celebrating was going on right here, seeing the beginning of peace for both families after years of turmoil.
On the drive back to the yacht, Nikos pulled her tight against him. “I have two presents for you, my love. One is a home I’ve bought for us on Oinoussa. Now that we have a son, he needs a place to play besides the deck of the
Diomedes.”
She hugged him hard. “I agree.”
“Your other gift is in my pocket. I was planning to show it to you tonight, but after seeing my father show up, I’ve decided I can’t wait.”
Nikos sounded exceptionally excited. “What is it?” she whispered against his lips.
“The private investigator I hired has found your father.”
“Nikos!”
“This is a picture of him.” He reached in his breast pocket and pulled out a small photo. The second she saw the dark blond man, she knew it was her father. “We look so much alike!”
Nikos nodded. “He works at a bank in Cheyenne, Wyoming, where he was born. He’s married with a son and daughter, who are both in college. When he met your mother, he was on leave from the army. Like me, he had to go back and serve another tour of duty. Four years later he got out of the army and married.”
“D-does he know about me?”
“No.”
“Thank heaven!”
A look of confusion entered Nikos’s eyes before he kissed her. “Why do you say that?”
“Because he’s an honorable man who made a good life for himself.” Her voice shook. “I don’t want to disrupt it. Since Mother chose not to find him, I want to leave things alone.” She grasped Nikos’s face in her hands. “It’s enough to know what he looks like and who he is.”
She crushed her husband in her arms. “Thank you, darling, for such a precious gift. What really matters now is our family, our son. I married the most wonderful man alive and I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing you what you mean to me. I love you, Nikos.
I love you.”
* * * * *
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CHAPTER ONE
“Y
OUR
BOSS
MADE
the paper again.”
Plop!
The folded tabloid landed smack in the middle of Delilah St. Germain’s desk, sending papers flying. “Hey! I just organized those.”
She threw the two women standing in the doorway of her cubicle a good-natured glare. “Some of us have work to do.”
“Some of us would like to point out it’s seven-thirty in the morning,” Chloe Abrams replied. “We’re the only people in the office.”
Without waiting for an invitation, she and Larissa Boyd grabbed a pair of chairs from the empty cube across the aisle and sat down. “Besides, we brought coffee.”
“Oh-my-God-I-love-you-where?” Spying the two large paper cups in Larissa’s hand, she snatched one. “You have no idea how badly I need this.”
“No,” Larissa said, “but we could guess. How you been, stranger? We haven’t seen you all week. You still working on that client pitch?”
“Bartlett Ale? Not at the moment.” The potential account had her burning the candle at both ends the past couple of weeks. “But I’m behind on everything else.” She lifted off the cup lid and breathed deep. It was still warm, too. “You two are lifesavers.”
In more ways than one. Chloe and Larissa had been her best friends since corporate orientation four years ago. Delilah was pretty sure she wouldn’t have survived her move to the Big Apple without them.
“Hey, what are friends for if not to keep you caffeinated when you’re overworked?” Chloe replied. “What time did you get here anyway?”
“Not that long ago. Six-thirty, seven.” Earlier than usual.
Her two friends shook their heads. “There are easier ways to impress the boss than making sure you’re in before he is,” Chloe told her.
“I’m not trying to impress the boss,” Delilah immediately shot back. Not too much anyway. “And you two should talk. I don’t see either of you sleeping in.”
“Hey, this hour of the day is the only time I can get any wedding planning done, since Tom is always hogging the Wi-Fi,” Larissa pointed out. “I came in to surf for bridesmaid dress ideas.”
“And I like to beat the line at the coffee shop,” Chloe replied.
“So she can have plenty of time to flirt with the barista,” Larissa shot back.
“You’re just jealous because he gave me a free size upgrade.”
“I could so make a joke about that comment right now.”
“Please don’t,” Delilah said. “I already have the image in my head.”
Speaking of images.... She reached for the paper Chloe dropped on her desk. Sure enough, there was Simon Cartwright, a third of the way down the column, a beaming blonde draped on his arm.
“Finland Smythe again,” Chloe read over her shoulder. “She’s lasted a while.”
“Two months.” Longer than most. Their boss tended to collect girlfriends the way Delilah’s grandmother used to collect souvenir spoons. Fashion models, actresses, would-be fashion models and actresses, a literal parade of beauty, every one of them wearing the same thrilled expression.
Who could blame them?
Delilah stared at the black-and-white image. What she wouldn’t give to be a woman exceptional enough to capture Simon Cartwright’s attention.
Like that was possible. Simon was... She nearly sighed out loud. What wasn’t he? The man was handsome, intelligent, sophisticated. You could literally feel the energy change in the room as soon as he walked in.
Her laptop had a better chance of attracting his attention.
“Ooh, look, here’s an ad for that bridal expo I was telling you guys about.” Larissa pointed to a bold-bordered box next to the society column. “You’re both still coming with me, right?”
Both Delilah and Chloe groaned. Since getting engaged to her stockbroker boyfriend, Larissa had been in nonstop bridal mode. “Do we have to?” Chloe asked.
“Yes you do. You’re my bridesmaids. Besides, it’ll be fun. We can look at bridesmaid dresses.”
“What happened to the ones you were looking at online this morning?” Chloe asked.
“Not on company time, I hope.”
All three women jumped. Delilah quickly turned the paper over. Simon Cartwright leaned against her cubicle opening, arms folded across his broad chest. Like it did every morning, Delilah’s pulse skipped a beat at the sight.
Dear Lord, but he took her breath away. It wasn’t that he was traditionally handsome. In fact, on a different man, the prominent nose and sensual lips might not work at all. On Simon though.... The strong features fit as perfectly as his custom-tailored suits. Today’s number was dove-gray, with a jacket cut narrow to emphasize his long, lean build. A swimmer in college, he still swam laps mornings before work. In fact, the damp curls at the base of his neck said he had just come from the pool.
“Good morning, ladies. I didn’t realize there was an intradepartmental meeting this morning. I would have brought pastries.”
“Prework coffee klatch,” Delilah replied.
“Ahhh. Interesting. The things I miss not arriving earlier. Makes me wonder what other fun activities go on when I’m not here. Speaking of...” He turned to Larissa. “How are the wedding plans going, Ms. Boyd?”
“Very well, thank you,” her friend replied.
“Company server isn’t bogging down your internet searches?”
“I, um...no?” Her friend’s cheeks turned crimson. Ducking her head, she missed the momentary sparkle behind Simon’s sapphire eyes. Delilah caught it however; her stomach did another flip.
“Glad to hear it.” He turned his attention to Delilah. “When you’re done with your coffee klatch, I need you in my office.”
Need you.
Okay, so he meant regarding business. When said in that rich baritone though, the words still managed to make her insides flutter. Pathetic? Yes. But so was being in love with your boss. If either Chloe or Larissa found out her little secret, she’d never live it down.
Fortunately, she was very good at keeping her feelings hidden. Tucking an imaginary brown strand behind her ear, she gave a quick nod. “Sure thing. Be right there.”
“Someone’s in a good mood,” Chloe noted. “I’m guessing last night went well.”
“Maybe.” As a rule, she preferred not to dwell on Simon’s romantic exploits. Bad enough the gossip columns insisted on rubbing the pictorial evidence in her face. Sitting around speculating only made her feel dumpy and depressed.
She grabbed a nearby legal pad. “Either way, I better get to work. We can gossip at lunch.” Although hopefully by then, a new topic would demand their attention.
CMT Worldwide occupied two floors of their Madison Avenue address. The first floor housed accounting and media. Creative and client services, Delilah’s division, took up most of the second. As head of the New York branch, and director of accounts, Simon’s office sat at the rear of the layout with a sprawling view of the skyline.
Simon stood at the far window bank, facing Madison Avenue. Tall and broad shouldered, with his hands clasped behind his back, he reminded Delilah of a prince surveying his kingdom. Suddenly self-conscious, she smoothed down the front of her blouse. She’d been trying to wear brighter colors these days, in an effort to look more vibrant. Today’s choice was a raspberry satin with pleats and cap sleeves that looked far more stylish on the mannequin. Then, everything seemed more stylish when she wasn’t standing near Simon. No matter what she wore, she felt impossibly drab and average in his orbit. Still, she smoothed the material anyway, and then brushed the bangs from her eyes for good measure before knocking loudly. Simon hated being approached without notice.
“You wanted to see me?”
He turned around. “Jim Bartlett has narrowed his choice to two agencies. Ours and Mediatopia.”
“Fantastic.” Doubly so, given how much work had gone into pitching them the past month. Ever since the brewer announced he was looking for a new advertising agency, Simon—and by extension Delilah and everyone else in the agency—had been working like crazy to convince Bartlett Ale that CMT was the perfect choice to sell their beverages. If Jim Bartlett was down to the final two, that meant the agency’s hard work had paid off. “When do they make their final decision?”
“End of next week.”
Sooner than they originally thought. So why wasn’t he smiling the way he normally did when the agency got good news? In fact, the good mood Larissa mentioned appeared to have faded altogether. “Is there a problem?” she asked. “You don’t sound very excited.”
“Sorry. Bit of a headache. Last night was...” Thankfully, he waved off the rest of the explanation and pulled out his chair. “As for Bartlett, don’t start dancing a victory dance quite yet. We have one more hurdle.”
“What kind of hurdle?” She sank into the chair across from him. If she had to create another PowerPoint presentation, she was going to scream.
“Apparently, Jim wants to spend some time getting to know each of the candidates on a more personal basis before making his final decision. The agency he likes best wins.”
Was that all? “Doesn’t sound like much of a hurdle to me.” More like a cake walk.
“Careful. We don’t want to get overconfident.”
“Maybe, but if we’re talking a charm contest between you and Roberto Montoya, I’d rather bet on you.” She’d seen Simon work a room. The man could sell rat poison to rats if he put his mind to it.
He flashed a row of perfect white teeth. “That’s what I like about you, Delilah. You’re good for my ego.”
Yeah, because he needed a boost from the likes of her. She watched him as he arranged the objects on his desk into neat piles and rows. “So what is it they want you to do?”
“Have dinner with them tonight in Boston and then tomorrow tour their brewery. We should be back early on Sunday.”
“Doesn’t sound too difficult. I’ll clear your sched— Wait, did you say
we?
”
Simon looked up from straightening his wireless mouse. “Yes, I did.”
“You...?” Delilah was pretty sure her mouth did a fishlike movement as she processed his answer. “You want me to go to Boston with you?”
“Yes. Is that a problem?”
“No,” she rushed. “Not at all.” Overnight in Boston? With him? How could that possibly be a problem? If anything, the opportunity was too good to be true.
“Good, because as my assistant, you’ll be dealing with Bartlett as much as—if not more than—I will. Seeing how important this account is, I think it’s a good idea for them to get to know you, as well.”
“Sure. Yes. Of course. I’ll do anything you think will help, you know that.” Her excitement was making her babble.
That his lips slowly curled upward in response didn’t help matters. “I know you will,” he told her. “Makes me glad you’re on my side.”
Always,
she wanted to reply. Fortunately, she kept her senses and her tongue, settling instead for tucking an imaginary strand of brown behind her ear to cover her blush. “I better go take care of the flight arrangements,” she said rising. Then she had to go home and pack.
Oh, dear Lord, pack!
The completely normal task suddenly seemed overwhelming. She was going to have to find Chloe and Larissa to ask them what she should wear. Then, at some point, she needed to tell her insides to settle down. This was a business trip; not a romantic weekend getaway.
“Delilah, wait!” Simon’s baritone reached her just as her foot reached the hallway. “Could you also dig up the name of the florist we use? I need to have some roses delivered.”
In her mind, Delilah heard a soft
pop!
as her excitement burst. As reminders went, she couldn’t do much harsher. “Sure thing,” she told him. “I’ll get it as soon as I return to my desk.”
Just as she had thought; the invitation was too good to be true.
* * *
Welcome to Boston,
the airport sign read.
Enjoy Your Visit.
Good old Boston, Massachusetts. Had it really been fifteen years since he’d visited?
Should have been longer, as far as Simon was concerned. Unfortunately, Jim Bartlett decided to base his operations here, and since he needed Jim Bartlett’s business, here he was. Otherwise, he’d never step foot in this godforsaken state again.
His breast pocket buzzed with text messages sent during the flight. Pulling out the phone, he read the top one on the call screen.
Got your roses. Go to hell.
At least she got straight to the point, unlike last night, when she insisted on going on and on.
Why did women always want to talk late at night only to get all dramatic because he’d rather sleep than share his feelings? Seriously, what did Finland think he was going to tell her? The truth? He could imagine how well the truth would go over.
Sorry, Fin, but I don’t have deeper feelings. I gave them up fifteen years ago.
Here, in Boston. Talk about coming full circle.
At that moment, the town car entered a tunnel, plunging the backseat into shadows. Jarred by the abrupt change, Simon’s mind jumped to a different darkness.
Where you going, freshman?
He shoved the voice from his head. He didn’t have time for this when there was so much riding on his performance.
Damn, but the memories hadn’t hit him this hard in years. He hoped it wasn’t a sign of things to come.
He ran a hand along the back of his neck, grimacing at the dampness under his fingers.
“Headache bothering you? We could stop for some painkillers.”
From her side of the car, Delilah watched him intently. For some reason, the concern in her blue eyes gave him the extra push he needed to regain control. “I’ve already taken more than I should. Another dose and my liver will stop functioning. Don’t worry. I’ll be all right. Bartlett won’t even know I’m under the weather.”
“You better be all right because if I have to carry the conversation, the agency’s doomed.” She ran a hand around her ear. “I’m not very good at small talk.”
“I’m sure you’ll be fine. You never seem to have a problem at work.”
“Because I’m talking work and it’s with people I know. Take away my agenda, and I’m screwed.”
Come to think of it, the two of them did seem to limit their conversations to business. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time they had had a personal conversation. His previous assistants shared everything. Delilah appreciated the value of reticence. Almost too much. He needed to remind her to speak her mind more.
