The Greek's Pregnant Bride

Chapter 11

After much searching, he tracked her down. She was sitting on the stone steps that led into Lake Como. Only one yacht remained from the handful that had been moored overnight.

She didn’t acknowledge his presence.

Today she was dressed in ankle-length tight white jeans and a pale-pink cashmere top, the V plunging down to display a hint of swollen cleavage, the only outward physical sign of the changes taking place within her.

What other changes were taking place within that gorgeous form...?

A stark image came into his mind of the perfection of her breasts, the way they seemed to have been made to fit his hands... If he closed his eyes he could still taste them, taste her...

‘How are you feeling?’ he asked abruptly, forcing thoughts of her naked body from his mind as he sat on the cold stone beside her.

‘About as well as can be expected,’ she replied after a long pause.

‘I never asked last night how you’re coping with the pregnancy—physically, I mean.’

I’ve been lucky. No morning sickness

and rearranged my schedule so I can stay in Milan for a few days. First thing tomorrow morning, we’re going to see your

do.’ She cast sharp eyes at him. ‘And, before you accuse me of being selfish again, I’d like to point out

least she was willing to see a doctor with him. That

are in agreement to

for a few moments, tucking a strand of hair behind an ear. ‘If we marry,

be recognised by law. Marriage might be destructive and capable of ruining people but it was the only way

anything happens to me, you

felt his blood chill at the sudden solemnity

died?’ she asked in

liked to talk about her other than to say she’d died when he was

didn’t falter. ‘She

Theos...

his head, trying to digest

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