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

rearranged my schedule so I can stay in Milan for a

selfish again, I’d like to point out that for me to cancel the shoot would mean a

willing to see a doctor with him. That was

are in agreement to

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

am aware of that.’ It was one of the things he wanted—his paternity to be recognised by law. Marriage might be destructive and capable of ruining people but it was

stared at him. ‘If anything happens to me, you have sole

chill at the sudden solemnity in

mother died?’ she asked in

to talk about her other than to say she’d died when he was seven.’ Alessandra would have been a baby, he realised, doing the maths for

didn’t falter.

Theos...

his head, trying to digest

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