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, you would have

voice. “At the very least,

her face. The beach might be her favorite place to think, but it had brought her no peace and despite just waking from a nap, she looked like she hadn’t

“It is hardly that.”

“Close enough.”

issue. If I had known you were here, I would have left my office immediately.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly to prevent his volume from increasing. “I was worried. Do you

her eyes, and target the guilt he would see there. “I turned

“I figured that out.”

and came to him, then tilted her head back so their

he demanded, his tone softer than

could he help feeling compassion? She

and thinking, but I couldn’t make sense of anything no matter which way I looked at it. When I

my mind off the fact you did not keep your promise

“This situation is scary,

that two friends facing down fear together would work better than each trying deal with it on his or her

want to