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 or

I can stay in Milan for a few days. First thing tomorrow morning,

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

to see a doctor with him. That was

you are in agreement to us

hair behind an

law. Marriage might be destructive and capable of ruining people but it was the only way he could ensure his child had his protection. For that

anything happens to me, you have

at the sudden solemnity in her tone. ‘Why are

my mother died?’ she asked in that

when he was seven.’ Alessandra would have been a baby, he realised, doing the maths

gaze didn’t falter. ‘She died

Theos...

never said.’ He shook his head, trying to

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