Reunited By The Greek's Vows. Andie Brock

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      She watched as he strode towards the door, stepping back to usher her through.

      ‘Come on.’ He gestured impatiently. ‘I’ll find us somewhere that serves a decent cup of coffee.’

      * * *

      Nikos’s choice of venue was an old-fashioned Greek diner, tucked away up a nearby side street. Seating them in one of the booths, he ordered them both coffee without bothering to ask Kate what she wanted.

      In the banquette seat opposite him, Kate had to wait for the waitress to bring their order before she could start her interrogation.

      ‘So, what’s this all about?’

      She plunged right in, anxious to get this ordeal over with as quickly as possible. The sooner Nikos told her what he wanted from her, the sooner she could inform him that it wasn’t going to happen and he could disappear from her life again.

      Nikos took a sip of coffee, slowly replacing the cup to its saucer. ‘You remember Philippos?’

      The question was as direct as it was surprising.

      ‘Yes, of course.’ Kate replied quickly. ‘Your friend in Agia Loukia.’

      ‘He died.’ His voice was cold, unemotional. ‘Two months ago.’

      ‘Oh!’ Kate’s hand went to her chest. ‘I’m very sorry to hear that.’

      Nikos shrugged as if her sympathy was of no consequence.

      ‘What happened?’

      ‘An accidental overdose.’ Nikos continued matter-of-factly. ‘He was self-medicating while the balance of his mind was disturbed.’

      ‘I’m so sorry,’ Kate repeated, recalling the awkward young man Nikos had introduced her to during that summer in Crete, describing the reluctant individual as his ‘genius new business partner’.

      Kate remembered how Philippos hadn’t been able to meet her eye, instead flashing a panicked look at Nikos because he might have to interact with this alien female creature.

      ‘I know what good friends you were,’ she said.

      ‘He was a good friend of mine, certainly, but I’m not sure the same could be said of my friendship with him.’ Nikos looked away.

      Kate stared at his profile in surprise.

      ‘Anyway...’ He turned his head back, the shutters coming down to conceal that chink of vulnerability. ‘Philippos has a younger sister—Sofia.’

      ‘Yes, I remember.’ Kate thought back. ‘She would be how old now? Fourteen? Fifteen?’

      ‘She’s fifteen.’

      ‘This must be so terribly sad for her. Didn’t you say that their parents died in a road accident some time ago?’

      Nikos nodded.

      ‘So she’s all alone in the world. Poor Sofia.’

      ‘One thing she is not is poor. When she comes of age she will inherit Philippos’s largely untouched fortune.’

      ‘I didn’t mean that sort of poor. I meant—’

      ‘I know what you meant.’ Bluntly interrupting her, Nikos folded his arms across his chest. ‘But because of her wealth Sofia needs protecting. There are people out there already making moves to try and get their hands on her money.’

      ‘She must be grieving so badly I don’t suppose she cares about that now.’

      ‘She might not care, but I do.’ His shoulders stiffened. ‘Which is why I have applied to the courts to become her legal guardian.’

      ‘Her guardian?’ Kate couldn’t hide her astonishment. She had already seen Nikos undergo one transformation, from laid-back lover to hotshot businessman. But this was not a role she would ever have put him down for. ‘But what do you know about raising a teenage girl?

      ‘That is none of your concern.’ Nikos brutally cut her short. ‘The important thing is I will be able to protect her fortune, invest it wisely for her, until she is old enough to know what she wants to do with it.’

      Kate looked down, tracing the grains of sugar on the tabletop with her finger as she imagined how Sofia must be feeling. She had never met the teenager, the summer she had been in Agia Loukia—Sofia had been away on some sort of exchange scheme if Kate remembered correctly. But even so her heart went out to her.

      Kate’s own family was far from perfect, but at least she still had a mother. Did Sofia really have no one to care for her?

      ‘Surely the most important thing is to find her a secure home?’ She faced Nikos again. ‘Somewhere that she feels safe...loved. Where all her emotional needs will be met.’

      ‘Then I will do that too.’ Fierce determination lit Niko’s eyes. ‘But let me make one thing clear, Kate: I am not here to seek your opinion on child welfare. Your role in this is quite straightforward.’

      He pushed his coffee cup decisively to one side.

      ‘It is a condition of the courts that in order to become Sofia’s guardian I have to prove I am in a stable relationship—preferably married.’

      He paused, gauging the way the penny was dropping. And drop it did—clattering through Kate like a cold weight.

      ‘What I need now is an agreement from you that you will be my wife.’

      Kate blinked, reminding herself to breathe. This was the second time Nikos had proposed to her, but the circumstances couldn’t be more different. The first time had been such a tender, joyful experience. They had been so much in love, and Kate had been convinced their happiness would last for ever. How wrong she had been.

      And now this. A cold, calculated business deal, delivered by a man with no emotion. No heart. Kate closed her eyes against the pain that suddenly lanced through her. Pain she had told herself she no longer felt. She had been wrong about that too.

      She opened her eyes again to see Nikos staring at her, waiting for an answer. From the firm set of his jaw she could see how important this was to him, and the cold, steely determination in his eyes left no room for doubt.

      But no... No! The whole idea was sheer madness. She needed to end this now.

      ‘My answer is no, Nikos.’ She shook her head for emphasis, desperately trying to ignore the thud of her heart. She could see Nikos’s features hardening as she spoke. ‘I can’t do it. It wouldn’t be right.’

      ‘And to see Sofia delivered into the hands of a distant relative—a great-uncle whom she has never met, who has only come crawling out of the woodwork now because of Sofia’s fortune, who doesn’t give a damn about her or Philippos for that matter—that would be right, would it?’

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