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.

so

since we got engaged.” He tugged her toward the

a spot beside him. She refused to sit on his lap, however, and kept her arms crossed. “Considering how recent

first

“So?”

implies you have more to say on the subject. You might as well get it all out

might have taken the

to him. Even if he was being more than a little annoying, but it was odd how she had told

the one marrying a man who had told her he could not love 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 give voice to. But what woman in her situation wouldn’t be at least a

enough for me, all right? You may not see yourself 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

you pause?”

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 able to say that to a man I

love without

was, or something? “I’m not a philosopher. I 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

don’t have much

you still