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

you, you would have talked

needed.” Frustrated anger laced his voice. “At the very least, you could

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

“It is hardly that.”

“Close enough.”

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

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

“I figured that out.”

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

he demanded, his tone softer

feeling compassion? She looked like

thinking, but I couldn’t make sense of anything no matter which way I looked at it. When I finally got here today, it was past four. I really thought I’d

keep my mind off the fact you did not keep your promise to call.” Almost a week ago, but

nodded. “This situation

together would

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