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tactless earlier. Whatever their differences, she couldn’t bear the fact that she’d hurt someone. ‘I didn’t know about your wife and child. I’m sorry. I—I’m sorry if I upset you.’
    Before Nikos could respond, Billy, the paramedic, strolled across to them.
    Ella sighed. It was going to be impossible to have a conversation here. They had no more privacy than they’d had at work.
    ‘Good to see you here, boss.’ Billy grinned at Nikos and slung his arm around Ella’s shoulders in a friendly gesture. ‘Is she too drunk to hold a glass? Can’t take her anywhere. One drink and she’s anybody’s. What were you drinking, beautiful?’
    ‘She isn’t anybody’s—she’s mine,’ Nikos said in a cool tone, ‘and she’ll drink what I buy her.’
    Billy took one look at his face and removed his arm from Ella’s shoulders with exaggerated care.
    ‘Obviously a man of taste. Given that you’ve got bigger shoulders than me and you’re about a foot taller, I’m going to concede defeat.’ With a good-natured grin, he wandered off to join the group gathered round the table, leaving Ella with burning cheeks.
    ‘Thanks for embarrassing me.’
    Nikos glanced at her, unrepentant. ‘He had his arm round you.’
    ‘He was being friendly.’
    ‘You’re too naïve to know the difference betweenfriendly and flirting.’ His tone was pleasant but his eyes glinted midnight black. ‘That was flirting.’
    ‘So what if it was? He was just having fun. What’s wrong with that?’
    ‘Nothing.’ Nikos rested a lean hip against the wall, his voice deceptively mild. ‘Providing he has no wish to fulfil his full life expectancy.’
    Ella gave a strangled laugh. ‘You’re such a contradiction. You stand there all sophisticated in your, oh, so expensive suit and yet underneath you’re so primitive you should be wearing a loincloth and wrestling lions with your bare hands.’
    Nikos shrugged. ‘I know how to protect what’s mine.’
    Shocked by the slow, dangerous curl of awareness in her stomach, Ella breathed deeply. ‘I’m not yours.’
    ‘You’re carrying my child.’
    ‘And that means that no other man can speak to me?’
    ‘He can look,’ Nikos drawled softly, ‘but he can’t touch.’
    Ella shook her head in disbelief. ‘As I said—primitive. You’re a doctor. You’re supposed to heal the sick.’
    ‘I would have healed him—’ his smile was dangerous ‘—after I’d beaten him up for being too familiar with you.’
    The knowledge that he wasn’t married changed everything, even though she didn’t want it to. ‘You’re behaving like a caveman.’
    ‘He is interested in you. It’s only fair to let him know that he doesn’t stand a chance in hell. I saved him from disappointment.’
    ‘How do you know he doesn’t stand a chance?’ Ella felt her heart race in a rhythm all of its own. ‘It’s my decision who I see. I’m not your property, Nikos. Our relationship is over.’ He’d lied to her , she reminded herself desperately. And he was clearly incapable of emotional commitment.
    Maybe he wasn’t married, but as a partner he was bad news.
    His dark eyes locked on hers. Those clever, all-seeing doctor’s eyes. ‘You’re carrying my child.’
    The sexual chemistry between them was so powerful that she couldn’t breathe. ‘That’s a separate issue.’
    ‘ Not to a Greek male.’
    ‘It’s a little late to be possessive, Nikos.’ She shook her head. ‘What are you doing here, anyway? Why did you come here tonight?’
    ‘To say the things I should have said this afternoon and didn’t. I’ll get you another drink. Then we can talk.’
    ‘In public?’
    He gave a faint smile. ‘I hoped it might force us both to be calm and rational.’
    Aware of the curious stares of the rest of the group, Ella fixed a smile on her face. She watched as he strolled over and greeted everyone, his comments delivered with a light, masterly touch that guaranteed his immediate acceptance into