The Greek's Pregnant Lover

Disgusted with the direction of his thoughts, he yanked off his already loosened tie as he strode into the living room. He stopped dead at the sight that greeted him.

Piper was curled on his sofa, under a quilt he had brought back from Greece many years ago. As if she could sense his presence, her eyelids fluttered and then opened.

She gazed up at him drowsily. “Hi.”

“You said you would call.”

“I couldn’t. I had to think.”

“So, you left me hanging for almost a week?”

She flinched at the ice in his voice, but he could not help that. “I decided it wasn’t something we should discuss on the phone but, um…maybe I should have called and told you that.”

“Yes, you should have. I have been worried. I went by your apartment. You did not answer the door.”

“I wasn’t there. I went to my favorite place to think after trying yours and getting nowhere.”

“Where is that?” he demanded.

“The beach.”

me know you went

I had called you, you would have talked

the very least, you could have let me know that you were

despite just waking from a

“It is hardly that.”

“Close enough.”

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly to prevent his volume from increasing. “I was worried. Do you understand that?” Did she care? “I

down so he could not see her eyes, and target the guilt he would see there. “I

“I figured that out.”

up and came to him, then tilted her head back so their gazes met. Emotions

me,” he demanded, his tone softer than

help feeling compassion? She looked

but I couldn’t make sense of anything no matter which way I looked at it. When I finally got here

I worked late, trying to keep my mind off the fact you did not keep your promise to call.” Almost a week ago, but he had already said that and

situation is scary,

that two friends facing down fear together would work

again. “I just…I knew you’d want to get married and I didn’t