The Greek's Pregnant Lover

“You say you love me, but you have made me into some kind of superhero in your mind. What happens when you see me for the man I really am, unsentimental, ruthless tycoon and all?”

“First of all, I do see you for who you are, Zephyr Nikos.” No matter how naive she had been with her ex, she hated that Zephyr thought her judgment regarding him could be skewed. It was not the same at all. It wasn’t. “We were friends before we were lovers,” she reminded him. “I’ve seen you in every aspect of life from your most impatient day on the job to the moment when you realized your mom didn’t give you up without immense regret.”

“So?”

Sheesh, did he really think stuff like that didn’t matter? But then not loving her, maybe it didn’t to him. “So, I know you can be ruthless, but I also know you aren’t obsessed with revenge. If you were, you would have done something to your mother’s husband, but you never did. You bought them a house, put his children through school. You never did a single thing to hurt him. You’re just not that ruthless.”

“But I am.”

“Oh, really?”

“You are being deliberately obtuse.”

She pulled away from him, crossed her arms and glared. “No, that would be you.”

“Is this our first fight?” he asked, as if the concept amused him.

She was not laughing. “No. We argued before.” He was too fond of getting his own way for even their friendship to have been all smooth sailing.

maybe so

we got engaged.” He tugged

put up token resistance, but grudgingly allowed herself to be maneuvered into a spot beside him. She refused to sit

first

“So?”

say on the subject.

accuse him of fishing, but then she realized this whole discussion might have taken the turn it did because he needed reassurance. And no way would Mr. Arrogant

being more than a little annoying, but it was odd

her, and she had no fears she was not doing the right thing for her. Almost no fears. All right. Fine. No fears she was willing to

as romantic, but the way you are with me, the things you say and do, are all I ever wanted in that department. Art pretended to be the kind of man I could love. You are

you pause?”

best not to take offense. “No. Trust comes hard for me now. Knowing just how unwilling you are to lie, even when a lie would serve you well, is a great comfort to me. I know I can trust you, and I didn’t think I’d ever be

love without

never pretended to be. All I know is that I do love you. I do trust you because of who you are. And nothing is going to change the way I see you. So, you might as well get

don’t

if you still want