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here envies me.”
She tried not to react, but inside she was a quivering mass of emotions. Theo always did have that effect on her. Right now she was in danger of forgetting the chasm of pain separating them.
Once he was seated he said, “Since I knew you couldn’t be gone long from the villa, I took the liberty of ordering for us.”
Stella could hardly breathe for the way he was devouring her with his eyes. “You’re very sure of me, aren’t you.”
His gaze narrowed on her features. “I’m sure of what we felt for each other before we were tragically prevented from getting married. Nothing since that time has changed for me. I’m operating on the belief that deep down you still have feelings for me.”
She looked away while the waiter served them baked shrimp with garlic and onions. Theo remembered. It was one of their favorite dishes, accompanied by bread and a glass of house wine.
After their server had gone, she began to eat, realizing she was hungry. “This is delicious.”
“Like the shrimp we used to eat at the Blue Lagoon during our walks on Salamis.”
She reached quickly for the wine, wishing he wouldn’t remind her. “We don’t have much time. Why don’t you tell me what’s so important you had to see me tonight.”
He broke his bread apart. “I asked you here to let you know I want a relationship with you, not just Ari.”
The world reeled for a moment.
Theo had always been frank and direct. In that regard he hadn’t changed, but life had changed the situation. She had to keep her head. “If you’ll take a look around, Theo, there are any number of females who’d like to accommodate you given half a chance.”
A sly smile broke one corner of his compelling mouth. “What females? I only see Stella Athas, the girl who ruined all other women for me.”
“Theo…” her voice throbbed.
“You did, you know.” He cocked his head. “I saw a lot of women in New York and found every single one wanting. I’d hoped to meet someone who would makeme forget you, but it never happened. Believe me, if it had, I would have married her and stayed in the States.”
His words sent a shiver through her body. After seeing him again, after knowing what he already meant to Ari, the thought of him married to anyone else brought a fierce new pain to her heart.
“How many men have you known since me?” His deep voice had taken on a territorial quality.
“That’s none of your business.”
“How many, Stella? They must be legion.”
She stared at him through veiled eyes. “If you’re asking what I think you’re asking, the answer is none.”
“But not for want of trying?” He lifted the last of the wine to his lips.
“I’ve been too busy raising Ari.”
His jet-black gaze seemed to gleam in the flickering light. “You’ve done a superb job.”
“Thank you.” She couldn’t handle this conversation any longer. After putting her napkin down, she got up from the table. He didn’t make a move to stop her. “I have to buy a few items in town before I return to the villa. If I’m gone any longer, the family will wonder why.”
“We can’t have that, can we,” he drawled.
Theo knew she was worried about her family’s reaction to him being in her life again. It made her unable to sustain his glance. “I’ll have the boys waiting at four.”
“Come with us tomorrow.”
“No,” she blurted. She was in too deep already. Any more time spent in his company would confuse her even more. “Ari’s looking forward to being alone with you. Good night, Theo.”
After a few purchases she headed back to Stasio’s. On her way, she needed to figure out an excuse why sheand the boys would be gone from the villa tomorrow. She couldn’t say they’d be going on a drive around the island again.
By afternoon of the next day Stella had finally come up with a plan. She told the family they’d decided to take a long hike in the mountains. Afterward they’d get a big dinner at one of
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