The Greek's Pregnant Bride

She’d become increasingly quiet since their wedding. It was only tonight, when she’d been her old, sociable self, that he’d realised quite how withdrawn she’d become.

Was he the cause? Had his mother’s prediction already started coming true?

He wanted to reach out to her and find out what troubled her but didn’t know how.

She raised a shoulder—the bare shoulder he’d spent the evening trying not to stare at. It had been an effort of epic proportions that had failed. That one naked limb had acted like a beacon to his eyes. The rest of her had acted as a beacon to his senses.

Holding her hand, feeling her warm, slender body brushing against him...

All the good work he’d done in recent weeks building a distance from her had crumbled.

Theos, he ached for her. Ached to possess her all over again with a burn so deep it was like fighting through treacle fog to remember why he had to keep his distance.

‘Are you going to take Kerstin on?’ she surprised him by asking.

empire, having the perfect qualifications and aptitude. Her father was a long-standing, respected member of the finance community. Yes, on

he’d been talking to her. He didn’t want to do anything that would

‘I think you should.’

‘What? Take her on?’

head to look at him. Her features were still, sombre,

was too dark to read her

capacity she and her father have requested, she will do a

or so, we can stop zigzagging

sleep. How many hours had he

too dark to tell if her eyes smiled too. ‘I do

child would be a

a long time before our child is old enough for

not a bad idea,’ he mused. Taking Kerstin under his wing would certainly strengthen the ties between himself and her father, Gregor, a very powerful man in the European banking world.

Kerstin was perfect. She was highly intelligent, multilingual and already had an excellent grasp of his