“We’re to be married in less than two weeks.”
“I know. That’s why I’m bringing this up now. This last week has given me a glimpse of what my life will be. I need something more to do.”
He understood what she meant; even he didn’t really like living in the Theakis compound, but certain concessions had to be made. He ran through the job openings they had at Theakis and couldn’t think of one thing that was suitable for the mother of the Theakis heir to fill. But then he remembered that Nikki had served on their family’s foundation board.
“I’ve got a few ideas that I’ll investigate tomorrow.”
“Do you have time for that?”
“No, but I’ll make time for you. I want you to be happy here.”
Ava knew she needed to leave Christos alone to let him have some rest. He was working very hard; she saw the signs of stress in his eyes and in the way he carried himself. “This probably isn’t the best time for you to marry me.”
“Is that what this is all about, Ava? You want to back out of the wedding?”
“No,” she said. “I definitely don’t want that. I just don’t like seeing you so tense all the time.”
He quirked one eyebrow at her. “Why don’t we go back into my bedroom and you can help me relax?”
“Sex with you was never relaxing,” she said, trying to play off the desire she had to do just that.
“Was it relaxing with my brother?” he asked, with a bit of bite to his words.
She blanched. She’d forgotten he still believed she’d slept with his brother. Stavros had promised her he’d make everything right when she’d signed that agreement years ago, but he never had.
“I told you I never slept with Stavros,” she said.
“So you said.” He was so Greek at the moment. The fire and passion in him burned beneath that arrogance.
“Christos, you still don’t believe me?” She should let this go, but he’d asked her to marry him. How were they going to have a life together if he didn’t trust her?
“I don’t want to talk about it. I’m not interested in the other lovers you’ve had.”
“There haven’t been any other lovers,” she said. Only you . There’d only ever been Christos for her.
She walked over to him and stopped when barely an inch of space separated them. She put her hands on his shoulders and went up on her tiptoes so that she could stare into his obsidian eyes.
“I’m not going to marry you until we resolve this issue.”
He shook his head. “Then you may return to the States.”
“Christos, stop being impossible. How can I prove to you that Stavros and I were never intimate?”
“You can’t,” he said.
She turned away so he wouldn’t see the tears burning in her eyes. “We have to have trust between us. If we had the DNA test done on Theo…would that convince you that I’m not lying?”
“Ava…you would do that? I thought you wanted me to trust your word on Theo.”
“I do. But I can’t see how we’re ever going to live together as man and wife if I don’t prove myself to you.”
“You don’t have to prove yourself. I’m a jealous man, you know that, right?”
“Yes. But I’ve never done anything to make you jealous,” she said.
“Just seeing you walk into a room and be noticed by another man makes me jealous,” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders.
“I only see you,” she admitted, tipping her head back on his shoulder.
“ Moro mou ,” he said drawing her back into his arms.
Ava stopped thinking the minute her lips touched Christos’s. The cool breeze stirred her hair and she burrowed closer to his warmth.
She’d told herself she was here only because of her contentious relationship with his father, no other reason. But as his lips moved over hers, she knew she was a liar.
She was here with Christos because she wanted the man and he’d…he’d been gone too often since they’d arrived in Mykonos. And she’d had second thoughts. Fears that their life together would be like this,
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