Agnetta had thrown a shoe at him. She’d cried and wailed.
Theo had not been moved. “We’ll know soon enough,” he’d said. “Plenty of time.”
And within two weeks the wait was justified. There were more tears, of course. Cascades of them. But they were followed by a convenient announcement.
“I—I m-must have been l-late. I thought I was pregnant! It’s because I’m so stressed about our relationship!” She’d glared at him accusingly.
He’d nodded understandingly. “Well, we wouldn’t want you to be stressed, would we?”
Agnetta brightened at once and went to put her arms around him. “So we will marry anyway?” she said eagerly.
“No. It will be better if I just get out of your life.”
And so he had.
He hadn’t seen Agnetta again—until this minute.
Now she smiled calculatingly at him over Cassie’s shoulders. “Such a wonderful suggestion your mother made,” she purred. “Come and spend a week here in our new house, she said to us. So kind. So sweet. And so nice of that girl to be here to let us in.”
Theo’s eyes narrowed. “What girl?”
“Marla? No, Martha,” Agnetta corrected herself. “The girl in the kitchen. She let us in. Helped us with our bags. Very helpful.”
“Was she?” Theo said through his teeth.
“Oh, yes,” Cassie agreed, beaming.
He’d kill her. Damn Martha Antonides! She knew he didn’t want anyone here! Especially not a pair of females who were setting their sights on him.
“She said she was sure you wouldn’t mind the intrusion, that that’s what family homes were for. To be shared,” Cassie reported.
“Did she?” The penny—hell, the whole damn national debt—dropped. Theo’s jaw came together with a snap. “Where is she?”
“Just making us a snack, she said,” Agnetta answered, turning to smile in the direction of the kitchen.
Theo turned, too, and was treated to the sight of Martha Antonides giving him a brilliant smile and waggling her fingers at him in a little wave.
If he could have killed her with a look, she’d have keeled over dead.
Instead she dared to sashay toward them, still all smiles, carrying a tray with bread and oil and canapes and olives.
“I knew you’d be thrilled to have company.” She met his gaze with a challenging one of her own as she held out the plate to Agnetta and Cassie. “It was so sweet of your mother to think of you here by yourself, with so much room available—and hospitality being the cornerstone of Greek culture.”
“Is it?” Theo’s tone was deadly. “I thought war was.”
Her expression grew suddenly wary, but almost immediately she seemed to regain her equilibrium.
“Both, I think,” she said, aiming a cheery smile at both Cassie and Agnetta. “Battling with your friends is almost as much fun as battling with your enemies, don’t you think?”
“I expect we’re going to find out.” Theo swept the plate from her hands and thrust it into Agnetta’s. “If I may have a word with you, Ms. Antonides?”
“I don’t think—”
“You don’t need to,” he informed her as he spun her into his arms, pulling her hard against him and moving her toward the bedroom.
“Mr. Savas! I’m not—”
“That’s what you think,” he cut her off. And as she began to protest again, he shut her up the only way he knew how.
He pressed his lips to hers, backed her down the short hall and into his bedroom where he kicked the door shut behind them and met her furious gaze with a satisfied smile. “All’s fair in love and war, sweetheart.”
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