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.”

could not have let me know you went out of

had called you, you would have

because that was what we both needed.” Frustrated anger laced his voice. “At the very least, you could have let me know that you were waiting here

think, but it had brought her no peace and despite just waking from a nap, she looked like she hadn’t been getting enough sleep. “I was just so tired and thought you would come up after work. I didn’t realize

“It is hardly that.”

“Close enough.”

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

so he could not see her eyes, and target

“I figured that out.”

tilted her head back so their gazes met. Emotions he did

me,” he demanded, his tone softer

help feeling

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

not keep your promise to

situation

fear together would work better than each trying deal with

want to get married and I didn’t know what I wanted to do