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wouldn’t keep that child around simply to keep a link between himself and the person he was...obsessed with.
    He would never be either of his parents.
    “How is it going to be easy?” she asked as the door to the plane opened and a rush of thick, warm air filled the cabin.
    “Perhaps it will fall somewhere between easy and difficult?”
    “Perhaps,” she said, walking toward the exit.
    “You don’t sound convinced.”
    “I’m not.” She descended the stairs and he followed, his eyes on her curves, the way her white capris cupped her expertly. He was still a man, after all, regardless of how intense the day had been.
    And she was still a temptation. It had nothing to do with how provocative her clothing was. It wasn’t, in truth. She exuded class. A kind of untouchable, crisp elegance that a man like him had rarely been exposed to.
    Rachel Holt had come by her style and poise due to a lifetime of being immersed in wealth and culture, of being aware of cameras watching her every move.
    Nothing like the way he’d grown up.
    It was part of what he found so enticing. That prim little exoskeleton of hers. Perfect hair and makeup, even just after finding out she was pregnant and running out on her wedding. But he’d cracked all that open. Had seen her skin flushed pinker than that top she was wearing. Had seen her hair in disarray, her skin glistening with sweat...
    He’d had those expertly polished nails dug deep into his shoulders, and that was something he couldn’t forget.
    He shifted and tried to ease the pressure caused by his growing arousal. Nothing helped. Not when he had the back of Rachel Holt as his view. The rest of the island just didn’t seem to matter. And neither did anything else.
    “And why is that?” he asked.
    “Because I...don’t think I like you.” She looked up and around at the cypress trees that spread around them to create a canopy of green, and at the white sand beaches beyond them.
    “There are some incredible ruins on this island. Colonial and Ottoman.”
    “I was just in Greece. Ruins, we have them.”
    “I am aware,” he said. “I was trying to make conversation.”
    “Do you live in a ruin? Or do you have an actual house?”
    “I have a house, but some people would argue I live in ruin.”
    She snorted. “At this point, some people would argue that I do, too.”
    “You are giving off a bit of a fallen-woman vibe,” he said dryly.
    “Am I?” She sniffed her wrist. “I don’t feel any different.”
    He turned and looked at her. “Not at all?”
    Her cheeks flushed a deep rose. “No.”
    “Interesting. Would you like to walk to the house or drive?”
    “You’re in a tux,” she said. “You’re hardly dressed to walk.”
    He looked down. “Indeed not. I’m a little disoriented. Could be because in New York it’s early morning. Which means I’ve technically been up all night.”
    “You came from New York?”
    “Yes.”
    “Why?”
    He looked at her, at those cheeks, still flushed from the sun and from...from whatever memories had come into her mind when he’d looked at her. “I came for you.”
    “That simple?”
    “Yes.”
    “Why did you come for me?”
    “I don’t know,” he said, and it was the honest truth. “Because I don’t want him to have you. Because I want you for myself. Because I think you’re beautiful and as of now you’re the only woman I can imagine having in my bed, and considering I would like to have sex sometime soon that’s very inconvenient, and even more so if you were to marry another man.”
    She blinked. “That’s almost flattering.”
    “Almost. A walk, I should think.” He took his jacket off and cast it onto the sand, then rolled his shirt sleeves up. “It might do something to shake off the time change.”
    “Lead the way then.”
    He started down a path that took them down near the beach and could have sworn at the absurdity of getting sand in his custom-made shoes. Shoes he’d bought with his own money and