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her.

      Pointedly ignoring him, she met Noelle’s calm gaze. “Can we discuss this at another time? Privately?”

      “Of course. I was about to suggest exactly that. Tomorrow, if you’re up to it, although I understand if you’d rather wait another day. Crossing ten time zones in twenty-four hours is a bit much.”

      “I’ve been doing it for years and trained myself long ago to sleep on airplanes.”

      “Then it’s a date. Say about noon? I’ll be through surgery by then.”

      “Noon will be fine.”

      “Good. You’ll arrange for your driver to bring her to the clinic, won’t you, Dimitrios?”

      He grunted assent and stared moodily into his glass. Unperturbed, Noelle smiled and raised hers. “Cheers, then. Here’s to you, Brianna, and a long and happy relationship with your niece.”

      About to swallow a mouthful of whatever it was he was drinking, Dimitrios almost choked on it instead.

      CHAPTER TWO

      HE WAS behaving like a boor, knew it and couldn’t help himself. And all because she hadn’t changed, and watching her, noticing again the perfect posture, the graceful movement of her body, was driving him crazy.

      He’d hoped that, like Cecily, she was beginning to lose her looks. Fat chance. If anything, she was more beautiful than ever. The same long, luscious legs and narrow, elegant hands. The same flawless ivory skin and thick, shining fall of ebony hair. The same amazing ice-blue eyes, whose clear, heavily lashed glance could paralyze a man’s mind and leave him drooling like an idiot.

      Erika served lamb for dinner. Flavored with rosemary and roasted on a spit over an open fire to succulent tenderness, it was one of his favorites, but that night, he could hardly keep it down. Brianna, of course, ate with her customary restraint, refusing the potatoes and helping herself to only a small portion of the meat, although she made inroads on the salad. She barely touched her wine and passed on the honey-and-fig compote dessert. Only Noelle ate with any relish, packing away a surprising amount of food for such a little woman.

      After the meal they returned to the living room, and although neither guest took him up on his offer of metaxa, they both accepted coffee. “What’s it like, being a world-famous model?” Noelle asked, settling herself kitty-corner from Brianna on the couch.

      “Very hard work, very long hours and not nearly as glamorous as most people think.”

      “Sounds a bit like my life.”

      “Hardly,” Brianna said, with exactly the right degree of charming modesty. “I wouldn’t presume to compare the two. Unlike you, I don’t have any special skill or expertise. I’ve certainly never saved a life.”

      “You might. And that you’re willing to try puts you on a pedestal in my eyes. As for your not having any special skills, I rather doubt that’s true. It must take enormous patience and stamina to meet the artistic and, I imagine, often conflicting demands of photographers and couturiers.”

      Brianna gave an elegant little shrug, a studied response designed to draw attention to her upper body, he was sure. Why else would she have chosen to wear a dress that left one shoulder bare? “On occasion, yes.”

      Clearly fascinated by a way of life so far removed from her own, Noelle tucked her legs under her and settled more snugly into the couch. “What drew you to modeling in the first place?”

      “My mother got us started when my sister and I were still in diapers, and it more or less took on a life of its own from there. While other children our age played in the sandbox or learned to ride a bike, we traveled from one junior beauty pageant to another.”

      “She must have been very proud of you.”

      “She marketed us ruthlessly,” Brianna said flatly.

      For a second Dimitrios thought he heard an edge of bitter resentment in her reply, then decided he must have been mistaken. She might not have had any choice when she was still a minor, but as an adult, if she didn’t like what she did for a living, she could have chosen something else. She wasn’t completely without brains, was she?

      “And did it very successfully,” he remarked, trying to keep his scorn under control. “Admit it, Brianna. You and Cecily became international celebrities before you were in kindergarten.”

      “Because, as you very well know, Dimitrios, there were two of us and we looked identical. That’s what made us special.”

      “Now there’s only you, but you seem to be doing just fine on your own.”

      “Losing a sister is never easy,” Noelle said, flicking him a cautionary glance, “but it must have been particularly difficult to lose a twin. You were very close, I’m sure.”

      “When we were children, yes.”

      That was just one lie too many for him to stomach. “Oh, come on, Brianna! You were thick as thieves when I met you.”

      She turned a slow stare his way. “If you believe that, it just goes to show how little you knew either one of us.”

      “I was married to Cecily, remember?”

      “I’m hardly likely to forget.”

      “Of course you aren’t,” he jeered, knowing that by continuing to goad her, he was pushing his luck, but unable to stop. “After all, look how you aided and abetted her in getting me to the altar.”

      Her mouth dropped open in shock, the delectable curve of her lower lip stirring memories of a time when he’d explored it at erotic leisure. But he wasn’t fooled. He knew better than most how she and her twin had impersonated one another when it suited their purpose.

      Recovering, she said, “I dropped everything to come here at a moment’s notice because you asked me to, Dimitrios. I can leave just as quickly.”

      “This isn’t about you, Dimitrios, it’s about Poppy,” Noelle reminded him, electing herself mediator of a situation fast deteriorating past a point of no return. “Let’s not forget that.”

      “Of course not.” He ventured to meet his sister-in-law’s icy-blue stare. “Forgive me, Brianna. I’m worried sick about Poppy, but that hardly justifies my belaboring you with it.”

      “I understand.” Again, she tilted one shoulder in that tempting little shrug. “I’d have come sooner, if I’d known.”

      “You’re here now, and that’s what matters.” Noelle set her cup and saucer on the coffee table and unfolded her legs from beneath her. “And, pleasant though it is sitting here and being spoiled, I’d better be off and catch up on my sleep. I enjoyed meeting you, Brianna.”

      Smiling, Brianna rose in one fluid movement. “I enjoyed it, too.”

      “I’ll see you tomorrow, at noon?”

      “I’m looking forward to it.”

      “Excellent! Walk me out, Dimitrios?”

      “Sure.”

      Noelle waited until they reached her car and were well out of earshot of anyone in the house, before rounding on him. “Tell me, Dimitrios Giannakis, just how badly do you want your daughter to get well again?”

      “More than anything in the world, as you very well know.”

      “Then I suggest you keep your tongue and your temper on a very short leash. Your behavior tonight was inexcusable.”

      “You might not think so, if you knew the history between Brianna and me.”

      “I don’t give a rat’s behind about your history! The only person I care about is Poppy, and I will not sit idly by and watch you systematically sabotage what might turn out to be her best chance of recovery.”

      “Brianna

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