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.”

let me know you went out of

you would

laced his voice. “At the very least, you

she sat up and brushed her hair back off 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

“It is hardly that.”

“Close enough.”

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

and target the guilt he would see there.

“I figured that out.”

then tilted her head back so their

he demanded, his tone softer than

could he help feeling compassion? She

was inconsiderate and selfish of me. I should have called, no matter how hard it would have been. I kept thinking and thinking, but I couldn’t make sense of anything no matter which way

your promise to call.” Almost a week ago, but

nodded. “This situation is

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

want to get married and I