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her freshly cleaned kitchen.” Letty grinned. “But she always gave us milk and cookies after we’d made it right. Though it took a while. You weren’t very good at mopping.”

      “We always turned it into a game.”

      The two of them smiled at each other on the deserted beach.

      Letty’s smile slipped away. “But we’ll never see Fairholme again.”

      Darius stared at her for a long moment, then abruptly started taking off his shoes. “The sea should be warm.”

      She lifted her eyebrows. “What are you doing?”

      “I’m getting in.” He leaned over to unbuckle her sandals. “And you’re coming with me.”

      Barefoot, they went splashing out into the sea. Letty delighted in the feel of the water caressing her feet, then her calves and finally knees. She was tempted to go deeper into the water, to float her pregnant body in the seductive waves that would make her feel light as air. She took a few more steps, until the sea lapped the hem of her white sundress.

      Splashing behind her, Darius suddenly pulled her into his arms.

      As the waves swirled around them, he kissed her, and there was no one to see but the birds soaring across the sky. For hours, or maybe just minutes, they kissed in the hidden cove, between the bright blue sea and sky, beneath the hot Greek sun. He ran his hands over her bare shoulders, over her thin cotton sundress, as the salty sea spray clung to their skin and hair.

      Waves swirled around them, sucking the sand beneath their toes, as the tide started to come in. The waves crashed higher, moving up against their thighs.

      Finally pulling away, Darius looked down at her intently. She felt his dark gaze sear her body. Sear her heart.

      “Letty, the house we grew up in might be gone,” he whispered. “But we still have each other.”

      The lowering afternoon sun shone around the edges of his dark hair, making Darius shimmer like the dream he was to her.

      And it was then Letty knew the worst had happened. The doom and disaster. And it had happened more swiftly than she’d ever expected.

      She loved him.

      All of him.

      The man he’d been.

      The man he was.

      The man he could be.

      Since the February night they’d conceived their child, Letty had tried to convince herself that he’d changed irrevocably. That she hated him. That he’d lost her love forever.

      It had all been a lie.

      Even in her greatest pain, she’d never stopped loving him. How could she? He was the love of her life.

      Glancing back at the lowering sun, Darius sighed. “Can’t be late for our own party. We’d better get back to the villa.” He glanced down at his shorts, now splattered with sand and seawater. “We might have to clean up a little.”

      “Yes,” she said in a small voice.

      “We’ll finish this later,” he said huskily, kissing her bare shoulder. He whispered, “I can hardly wait to make love to you, Mrs. Kyrillos.”

      As they splashed their way to the beach, and made their way up the shore, Letty stumbled.

      He caught her, then frowned, looking at her closely. “Did you hurt yourself?”

      “No,” she said, hiding the ache in her throat, struggling to hold back tears. It wasn’t totally a lie. She wasn’t hurt.

      But she knew she soon would be.

      One day married, and her heart was already lost.

       CHAPTER NINE

      DARIUS NEARLY GASPED when he first saw Letty at the party that night. When she came out onto the terrace, she looked so beautiful she seemed to float through the twilight.

      She wore a simple white maxi dress, which fit perfectly over her full breasts and baby bump. The soft fabric showed off the creamy blush of her skin and bright hazel of her eyes. Bright pink flowers hung in her long dark hair.

      As the red sun was setting into the sea below the cliffs, three hundred people on the terrace burst into spontaneous applause amid a cacophony of approving Greek.

      Darius’s heart was in his throat as he looked at her. He was dazzled. He thought she’d put Aphrodite, freshly risen from the sea, completely to shame.

      And the fact that he’d even have such a ridiculously poetic thought stunned him.

      As she came closer, he cleared his throat awkwardly. “You look nice.”

      “Thank you,” she said, smiling shyly.

      He did not touch her. He was almost afraid to. She was simply too desirable, and after their hours of kissing on the beach, he did not know how much more temptation his self-control could take. They’d been married for over twenty-four hours, but had not yet made love.

      The party was torture. It lasted for hours, testing his resolve. If it had been any other situation, he would have told everyone to go to hell and taken his bride straight to bed.

      But this was his family. His village. He couldn’t be rude to them or reject the warm welcome they gave his bride.

      His whole body ached to possess her. He could think of nothing else. It was causing him physical pain. He was just glad he was wearing a long, loosely tailored jacket and loose trousers so the whole village could not discuss with amused approval his obvious desire for his bride.

      The party was over the top, as only village affairs could be, with music, drinking and dancing. A feast had been lovingly prepared by his family and all the rest of the village. So many people rushed to Letty and started talking excitedly in Greek that she’d announced she planned to start taking Greek lessons as soon as possible. Some of his cousins immediately started cheering, and when Darius translated her words for his elderly great-aunt, Theia Ioanna actually stood on tiptoe to kiss Letty on both cheeks. His family loved her.

      Of course they did. Letty Kyrillos was the perfect bride. She would be the perfect wife and mother. Now he’d gotten her away from her father, there would be no bad influences in her life.

      Darius would be the only one to claim her loyalty. And the expression in Letty’s eyes as she looked at him now—a mix of longing, hero worship and fear—did strange things to his insides. It made him feel oddly vulnerable, reminding him of the insecure, lovesick youth he’d once been for her.

      No. He just desired her, he told himself firmly. He was appreciative that she was comporting herself as a proper Greek wife, with kindness and respect to his family. And he hoped—expected—that she would soon love him. It would make all their lives easier.

      Darius did not intend to love her in return. He would never leave himself that vulnerable again. As the protector of their family, as a husband, as a father, as a man, it was his duty to be strong.

      Letty’s heart was her weakness. It would not be his.

      His great-aunt went to bed at midnight, and the rest of the older generation soon after, but with the ouzo flowing and loud music and enthusiastic dancing, his cousins and many of the younger villagers remained well into the wee hours. It wasn’t until the ouzo was gone and the musicians were falling asleep over their instruments that the last guests finally took the hint and departed, after many congratulations and kisses for the newly married couple.

      Darius and Letty were finally alone on the terrace, surrounded by streamers and empty champagne glasses.

      She looked at him, her eyes huge in the moonlight, the pink flowers wilting in her dark lustrous hair.

      Without

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