Greek Affairs: Tempted by the Tycoons: The Greek Tycoon's Convenient Bride / The Greek Tycoon's Unexpected Wife / The Greek Tycoon's Secret Heir

‘You don’t know her.’

‘I don’t need to. If not for you, then for Annabel. She’ll do it for the child.’

The child. Would she? Instinctively Lukas knew she would … if she were given the right incentives, the right words.

He could have her.

It was too tempting, too dangerous. Too possible.

And yet … he wouldn’t love her. Wouldn’t allow himself that luxury, that weakness. But he could have her, enjoy her, and make her life better than whatever pathetic existence she’d had in Wales.

It could happen. He could make it happen. He saw his father watching him with bright, shrewd eyes and he jerked his head in the semblance of a nod.

‘We won’t talk about this again.’

‘As you wish.’

Rhiannon scrambled up from the sand as Lukas approached. Annabel was playing happily next to her with some new toys, but she clapped her hands in delight when she saw Lukas’s long-legged stride down the beach.

‘You saw Theo?’ Rhiannon asked, and Lukas nodded.

‘Yes.’ He paused, his mouth a hard, unwilling line. ‘He’s not well.’

‘No, he isn’t.’

‘I didn’t expect …’ He shrugged. ‘Thank you for your care of him.’

‘I was glad to do it.’

‘My father has taken a liking to you,’ Lukas said. ‘He would like you to continue as his nurse, as time allows.’

‘I would be happy to,’ Rhiannon replied, and realised she spoke the truth. Caring for Theo would give her a purpose on this island besides waiting for results. Answers. Perhaps it would extend her stay?

‘This … changes things,’ Lukas said slowly. ‘As long as my father has need of you I would like you to stay.’

‘Of course.’

‘Perhaps …’ He spoke carefully, choosing his words. ‘Perhaps it will give us time to think of alternative solutions.’

‘I have thought of something—’

Lukas held up one hand. ‘We will discuss this later. The doctor is coming back tomorrow. I’ve arranged for him to take a sample of Annabel’s blood for the paternity test. I know it’s only a matter of form now, but it’s still necessary.’

Rhiannon nodded. ‘Fine.’

Lukas dug his hands in his pockets. ‘When does Annabel nap?’

‘After lunch. Why …?’

‘We’ll talk then.’

After Annabel had been settled in, Rhiannon found Lukas in his study, half buried in papers. He looked up as she peeked cautiously around the door.

‘Rhiannon!’ His smile was, quite simply, devastating. Rhiannon wasn’t used to such a fully-fledged grin, showing his strong white teeth and the dimple in his cheek. For a moment he looked happy, light, without care.

Then the frown settled back on his mouth, his brows, and on every stern line of his face. It was the look she was used to—the look she expected. Yet for one moment she hadn’t seen it, and now she wanted it banished for ever.

The thought—the longing—scared her with its force.

‘I have asked Adeia to watch Annabel,’ he said, and Rhiannon blinked in surprise.

‘Are we going somewhere?’

‘Yes. You’ll need a hat … and a swimming costume.’

Rhiannon’s brows rose. ‘I thought we were going to talk!’

‘We are, but I’d much prefer to do it in pleasant surroundings, enjoying ourselves,’ Lukas said. ‘Wouldn’t you?’

Yes, she would. Even if it was a mistake. A temptation. ‘All right. I’ll get my things.’

Her heart was fluttering with a whole new kind of fizzy anticipation as she slipped on a bikini and topped it with the yellow sundress Lukas had bought her. There was a wide straw hat to match the dress, with a yellow ribbon around its crown, and strappy sandals that were practical enough to manage the beach.

Rhiannon didn’t know where they were going, what they would do—what would happen—but she liked feeling excited. The prospect of an afternoon with Lukas seemed thrilling, even if they were going to have that dreaded ‘talk’.

‘You look lovely,’ Lukas said when Rhiannon returned downstairs. He gestured to the picnic basket on one arm. ‘I had Adeia pack us a hamper.’

‘All … all right,’ Rhiannon stammered, suddenly unnerved by what looked like all the trappings of a romantic date.

He led her not to the beach, as she’d anticipated, but to the dock.

Along with a speedboat for travelling to the nearest island, an elegant sailboat rested there. It was this craft that Lukas indicated they should board.

‘We’re going to sail?’ Rhiannon said dubiously. ‘I’ve never …’

‘Don’t worry.’ Lukas’s smile gleamed as he stretched out one hand to help her on deck. ‘I have. And we’ll stay away from the press.’

He certainly had sailed before, Rhiannon thought, when she was perched on a seat in the stern of the boat, watching with blatant admiration as Lukas prepared the sails and hoisted the jib. Every time he raised his arms she saw a long, lean line of rippling muscle that took her breath away.

This felt like a date, she thought, as Lukas smiled at her over his shoulder. Lukas was relaxed, carefree, a different man.

Why? Was she paranoid to be suspicious? To doubt this change in events, in mood?

She didn’t want to doubt. She wanted to enjoy the sun, the afternoon. Lukas.

‘What are you thinking?’ Lukas asked as he came to sit next to her once the boat was cutting a clear path across the blue-green sea.

‘How we both need this,’ Rhiannon admitted. ‘A day away from the stresses and troubles back home.’

‘Home, is it?’ he murmured, without spite, and she flushed.

‘For now, I suppose.’

‘What was your home like growing up?’ As always he’d switched topics—and tactics—so quickly Rhiannon could only blink in surprise. ‘I know you were adopted, and it wasn’t very happy, but …’ He trailed off, spreading his hand, one eyebrow raised. ‘Tell me about it.’

‘There isn’t much to tell,’ Rhiannon replied, careful to keep any bitterness from her voice. ‘I was abandoned when I was three weeks old. Left on a church doorstep, actually. My mother—my adoptive mother, I mean—arranged flowers for the church and she found me. I’d only been left a little while, she said, or she would have been afraid of what the squirrels might’ve done to me.’

Lukas’s lips pursed briefly in distaste before he continued, ‘Did she make any effort to find your mother or father?’

‘No. Mum always said anyone who would leave a baby like that didn’t deserve to have one. I used to dream …’ She hesitated. ‘I used to imagine them coming to look for me. I had all sorts of reasons why they might have abandoned me.’ She smiled ruefully; it hurt, so she shrugged. ‘Anyway, she and Dad adopted me—Social Services were happy to comply. Mum and Dad were upstanding members of the community, so everything was in order.’

‘But you never really felt they wanted you?’ Lukas finished, and Rhiannon flinched.

‘I’ve never said that!’

His tone was gentle, his eyes soft and silver with compassion. ‘You’ve never needed to.’

Rhiannon looked away, across the flat surface of the sea, glittering as if a thousand diamonds had been cast upon its waters. She hunched one shoulder. ‘They were older when they adopted me. Late forties. They’d never expected to have children. Mum couldn’t.’

‘All the more reason to be overjoyed when they were given a chance with you, I would have thought.’

She shrugged. ‘I suppose by the time I came along they were well set in their ways. A little toddler can be a burden, I know.’

‘And you felt like one?’

‘They never said it,’ Rhiannon protested, almost desperate to exonerate their memory. ‘It was just … there.’ She paused, remembering all the moments, the pursed lips, the disapproving looks. The feeling that if she could just act as if she wasn’t there, perhaps they’d love her.

Silly to think that way now, she knew. Yet that was how she’d thought when she was six, twelve, twenty-two.

‘I remember one time,’ she began, the memory rushing back with aching sorrow, ‘I was hungry. Mum strictly forbade snacking between meals, but I’d missed lunch at school for some reason—I can’t remember now. She was out at a flower guild meeting, and I made myself a sandwich. I cleaned up afterwards, so she wouldn’t even know, but there was a drip of brown sauce on the worktop, and she was … furious.’ Rhiannon managed a rueful smile. ‘No dinner for me that night.’

She was surprised to feel Lukas’s hand on her shoulder, slipping up to cup her cheek. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Don’t be.’ She leaned against his hand; she couldn’t help it. The strength, the security radiating from him, from that simple gesture, were overwhelming. ‘It was a long time ago.’

‘But the scars are still there?’

‘Yes, I suppose they are.’ She thought of her mother’s pain-worn face on her sickbed, of how she’d cared for her endless day after endless day. Her mother had accepted those ministrations with pursed lips and hard eyes, glaring resentfully at the daughter whom she somehow blamed for her reduced circumstances.

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