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and down with joy?”
    â€œOr, possibly, be slightly less aggressive and mocking,” she retorted, her blue eyes flashing—though he imagined that was as much because he was touching her as because she’d found her tongue again. “To start.”
    Better not to think about her tongue.
    â€œI don’t believe a word you say,” he told her then, crooning it to her, as if he was murmuring an endearment. “You showed me who you were when you left me, Holly. You’ve spent four years proving yourself to me, bill by bill. There is nothing on earth that can convince me this sudden about-face is anything but another act.”
    â€œThat doesn’t make what I told you any less true.”
    Theo laughed again and let go of her, watching her without any kind of pity when she stumbled back a step, then caught herself with a hand against one of the great pillars. A shaky hand, he noticed, and then promptly shoved aside.
    His jaw felt like stone. “I hope, for your sake, that it is not.”
    She shook her head, as if she was dizzy.
    â€œI don’t understand,” she said, but her voice was thick. She coughed to clear it. If this was real, if
she
was real, he’d have thought that was distress. But that wasn’t possible. “Wouldn’t you prefer that I made it up?”
    He didn’t mean to move but suddenly he was so close to her that he could see the panic and need on her face, the flush of color that told him too many things he had no intention of acting upon. Theo shoved his hands deep in his pockets to keep them off her, but he didn’t back up. He liked that look of uncertainty on her face. He liked knowing that she had no idea what he’d do next.
    Whatever else she might be faking, she couldn’t fake this
thing
that still spiked the air between them. And he could use that as well as she could. Holly had made him feel powerless four years ago. She never would again. No one would.
    â€œThere is no doubt that you are a creature made entirely of deceit,” he said softly. Lethally. “The only question is, what kind? Either you lied about who you were four and a half years ago when you vowed you could be faithful, or you’ve lied ever since. One makes you a con artist. The other makes you insane.” He leaned in closer, putting his mouth to her ear and drinking in the faint tremors he could feel move through her body, telling himself he was the one manipulating her here, that he wasn’t simply drawn to her again the way he always had been. “And I doubt very much a lunatic will manage to wrest a majority share of my family’s company from an unsympathetic Greek court. If I were you, Holly, I’d stick to the tarting about and leave the supposed flashes of honesty to those who can pull it off.”
    But being close to her had its own perils, and he’d underestimated them, Theo discovered when he went to pull himself away. It was harder than it should have been. He was weaker than he liked.
    He indulged himself instead. He propped one hand against the pillar beside her and angled his head closer, inhaling her scent. Letting it move through him, delectable memory and fresh need. Past and present. And then her hands came up—to push him away?—but she didn’t. She only kept them there, hovering between them, as if she was more afraid to touch him than of what he might do.
    Good
, he thought.
She should be.
    â€œEfharisto,”
he muttered against the tender shell of her ear, keeping himself from tasting her the way he wanted to do by sheer force of will alone. “Truly, I thank you, Holly.”
    Then he pushed himself away from her and took a deep satisfaction in the way her chest rose and fell, as if she’d been running a race. Telling him everything he needed to know about that heat that still swirled between them. Telling him that keeping himself in check was worth the near-painful desire that raged in