words made her heart beat faster, and again the idea of living happily ever after with him flashed before her. Then it was gone, drowned by the reality of their situation. How could they possibly raise a child together? How could they ever be happy after his cold disregard and his lies to conceal his true identity?
She shook her head. ‘It will never work, Nikos. Never.’
His hold on her arm tightened, his fingers pressing into her as he pulled her close. She could feel his breath on her face and fought hard against the overwhelming need to close her eyes and press her lips to his. It was as if she’d stepped back in time, back to the first moment they had met, to the spark of attraction that had leapt to life between them instantly.
She became aware of her phone ringing inside her small handbag and the magic around them evaporated, disappearing to leave stark reality. He let go of her, stepped back, his eyes hard and narrowed, full of suspicion. As the phone ceased its insistent ring an ominous silence settled around them, one so heavy that even the waves seemed to have quietened, stilling in anticipation of what was to come next.
‘I am not allowing my child to be brought up in another country. My child will be raised to know its Greek heritage, its Greek family and most importantly its father.’
Each calmly spoken word caressed her face, and even if he’d spoken in Greek she’d have been sure they were words of passion. But she wasn’t fooled—they were words of control.
‘So where do I fit into that?’ She pulled back from him, needing the space to think.
‘That is what you must decide.’ Again it was said in an almost seductive whisper.
‘And if I want to go back to England?’ The question came out as an unexpected hoarse whisper, the pain of it hurting so much.
‘Then you must do so—once the child has been born, here in Greece, where it will remain.’
She gasped in disbelief. ‘You can’t force me to stay. Or expect me to leave without my baby.’
Who was this man? Where had the man she’d fallen in love with gone? This cold, hard and angry man was a total stranger.
‘I’m not forcing you to do anything. The choice is yours.’
‘No, Nikos.’ She stood tall, strength rising up through her. Although she really didn’t want her child to grow up with just one parent. She wanted her baby to have all that onlookers thought she’d had: two loving and happy parents.
‘We will, of course, have to be married.’
He glared at her, hostility emanating from the blue depths of his eyes, and she was thankful they weren’t having this conversation in daylight. She didn’t want to see the full force of that hostility. At least now it was masked by the quickly descending darkness.
Her phone began to ring again, and her heart hammered loudly as he glanced down at her bag.
‘Perhaps you should answer that.’
‘No. I can’t.’
It was all she could manage as the full implications of what he’d just said hit home. Was she referring to the phone or to marriage? She had no idea, and the words he’d said raced inside her head, confusing her further.
They would have to be married.
* * *
Exasperation mixed with fury and fizzed inside Nikos, threatening to explode as he looked down at Serena. Her gorgeous red hair, blown by the warm wind across her face, had created a veil—one she could partially hide behind as she glared back up at him.
‘What do you mean, no?’
Nikos thought of the deal he was about to close for the cruise liner company and the effort he’d put into it. Now, trying to reason with Serena, he realised that the deal was a picnic in the sun compared to the negotiation of this deal and what was at stake. His child—something he’d never thought he’d have because he’d never allowed himself to want the impossible. He couldn’t turn and walk away now. If he did he’d be worse, far worse, than his mother and father.
‘I don’t know...’ she said, shaking her head.
Damn the woman—she was forcing him to strike a deal for his child.
‘Well, you’d better think fast.’
He watched her face, saw the ever-changing expressions, holding her captive with his glare.
‘Did you ever consider marriage when we had our romantic fling in the summer? Our holiday affair?’
Her voice was sharp and strong, but it was her pale face that told him she was having as much difficulty with this as he was. So she should. What woman would consider giving away her child? One just like his mother.
‘You don’t even love me.’
‘Love has nothing to do with it.’ He moderated his tone, aware of his anger rising once more.
‘So why do we have to get married?’ The disbelief in her voice was more than clear.
‘Marriage has never been on my agenda.’
That much was true. After living in the shadow of his parents’ marital breakdown he’d written that idea off as a young man, preferring to enjoy the company of woman without complication and commitment. He only sought the pleasure of a woman’s company for fun. Purely carnal. Nothing more. Which was exactly what he’d been doing with Serena during her stay on the island.
‘And being a father?’
She dropped the question so lightly between them he almost didn’t hear it.
‘I will be a father to my child.’ He evaded her question and the truth that lay buried within him. He wanted to be a father—to have his child grow up in a world of love and happiness—but he was sceptical that such happiness actually existed.
‘Make no mistake, Serena. My child will not be shuffled between countries like an unwanted Christmas present.’
SERENA STEPPED AWAY from Nikos—away from the anger of his words. ‘I can’t talk about this any more.’ She needed to put distance between them. ‘Maybe we should have this discussion tomorrow?’
He looked at her, unexpected concern in his eyes. ‘Perhaps that is best. When you are more rested you will be able to think rationally. Then you will accept that we should marry—for our baby.’
She bristled with indignation at his comment, sure his ability to use English hadn’t compromised his choice of words. She was perfectly rational, and she had no intention of marrying someone who didn’t love her.
‘Nothing will change.’
‘Where are you staying?’
Nikos
