The Greek's One-Night Heir. Natalie Anderson

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      ‘None of the above.’ He chose another answer altogether. ‘Hence no date to the ballet…’

      ‘I don’t believe you’re out of options,’ she said. ‘You’ve chosen not to bring a date.’ She cocked her head. ‘Because you don’t want to settle down at all?’

      He met her gaze with knowing amusement.

      She shook her head sadly. ‘Why do I get the feeling your poor grandfather is going to be waiting a while…’

      He rolled his shoulders and his amusement faded as something far more serious flickered in his eyes. ‘He’s been unwell—this is preying on him. Hence the lecture.’

      Leah watched him blink away that sliver of pain. That he’d not ended the call soon enough to get into the theatre showed he had patience and loyalty and respect for his relative.

      ‘Family expectations can be hard,’ she offered with soft honesty. ‘I’m an eternal disappointment to mine.’

      He looked back into her eyes and they were held for a moment—silent scrutiny, total awareness—and she was struck by the conviction there was much more buried beneath his perfect surface.

      ‘I don’t believe you’d ever be a disappointment,’ he finally muttered—so low and so serious that she couldn’t smile and shake it off.

      Instead a heated flush swept over her skin and she swallowed back the hard lump that had formed in her throat. ‘Well, you’d be wrong.’

      He gazed at her for another moment of that unspoken communication—the deeply guarded truth, not the superficial denial that there was anything wrong.

      Then he blinked and his lips twitched. ‘Your family want you to marry too?’

      Laughter burst out, breaking that intensity. She shook her head.

      ‘Quite right, it’s a dreadful idea,’ he teased.

      ‘No,’ she said firmly. ‘It isn’t—’

      ‘You’re wrong.’ He saluted her with his drink again. ‘All marriages end up miserable.’

      ‘Wow…is that what happened to you?’

      He almost choked on his drink and then laughed. ‘Not married. Never married. Never will marry.’

      Yes, the only ring in his world was the ring of finality.

      ‘Because…’ She inhaled deeply as she studied him thoughtfully. ‘Parents?’

      He flashed a look at her—pure pain, pure denial, pure promise of retribution.

      ‘Yeah,’ she murmured meekly. ‘Poor grandfather.’

      ‘You think I’m that predictable.’ He took another sip.

      ‘I think that everyone feels pain, sometimes,’ she said. ‘And often the people who inflict the most pain are the people we’re meant to be closest to.’

      ‘I’m not close to them,’ he said softly, then forced another smile. ‘So, tell me about your dancer friend. Is it her debut?’

      ‘No, it’s just that I’ve only recently moved to London so I haven’t been able to see her perform until tonight.’ She shifted guiltily on her chair as she remembered. ‘And now I’ve missed her.’

      ‘Only the first half. And she doesn’t need to know you’ve missed that.’

      ‘You think I should lie to her?’

      He smiled at her as if she were a timid little lamb. ‘You’re omitting a little of the truth. That’s not a lie.’

      ‘Of course it’s a lie,’ she corrected him flatly. ‘It’s not completely honest.’

      ‘And we should always be completely honest?’ He shook his head and laughed openly.

      ‘You think I’m wrong?’

      ‘Naïve, perhaps.’ He leaned closer. ‘Sometimes telling the truth serves no purpose. When it can only hurt the person who has to hear it, why would you?’ He broke off with a sharp breath.

      She had the feeling he wasn’t thinking of her little ‘missing the first half’ mistake any more.

      ‘So you’d omit the truth, or tell a lie, to protect someone?’ she asked.

      ‘Of course.’

      He said it with such quiet certainty, she knew he had and did. She thought of the grandfather all over again and wondered what it was he protected him from.

      That quizzical look lit his eyes again. ‘What would hurt your friend more? Knowing you missed the first half, or never knowing you missed it?’

      ‘If she ever found out I lied, that would hurt her the most. But if I tell her the truth, she’ll just laugh at me.’

      He stilled, his gaze keen on her. ‘And that doesn’t hurt you?’

      She shrugged. ‘My crime isn’t that critical and I’m already laughing at myself.’ She eyed him. ‘We can laugh together. Sharing pain takes some of the sting out of it, doesn’t it?’

      ‘Not always.’

      ‘Hmmm.’ She pondered it. ‘The problem is, one omission inevitably leads to more lies—she’ll ask what I thought of something in the first half and I’d have to lie then.’

      ‘Or you could just not talk about it at all.’

      She laughed. ‘So your solution is to just bury everything and live in total denial? Pretend nothing bad ever happened?’ She leaned closer. ‘It’ll only come back to haunt you.’

      ‘Don’t tell me you believe in ghosts.’

      ‘Well, I believe some things—feelings mostly—can’t stay buried. They rise like zombies and eat your brain to the point where you can’t think clearly any more.’ It happened to her frequently.

      ‘So you always act on your emotions?’ he queried. ‘Act on gut feelings rather than with rational thought?’

      She sighed. ‘I’m human. I try to be a good one and not hurt others.’

      ‘So honesty it is?’

      ‘Ideally, yes.’

      ‘Ideally.’ He sent her an indulgent smile. ‘So how, ideally, will your friend react?’

      ‘I know she’ll laugh. It’s not the first time I’ve messed up.’

      ‘You’ve known her a while?’

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