he’d formulated a plan. “I think you should move to Athens until the baby is born.”
“Where I give birth is none of your concern. Now I’m going to bed. Good night, Mr. Drakos.”
And without another word, she moved past him and entered the bungalow. The door slammed shut behind her.
When he’d arrived on the island, he hadn’t known what to expect. It certainly hadn’t been this very determined, very frustrating woman. But he could be just as stubborn.
He would not walk away from the baby—not like he walked away from his brother. He would be the man his brother wanted him to be. It was the least he could do.
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