The Greek's Nine-Month Surprise. Jennifer Faye

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СКАЧАТЬ “A few weeks.”

      “That fast?”

      “You sound surprised.” To him, being away from the Stravos Trust during this pivotal transition seemed like an eternity.

      “I don’t know. I just thought you might want to take some downtime after everything that has happened.”

      He was referring to the death of Niko’s grandfather. “I did take a little time off, but I found the work helps. It’s therapeutic for me.”

      Cristo nodded in understanding. “Maybe the trip will be good for you, too.”

      “Honestly, I’m not thrilled about this trip. It couldn’t have come at a worse time.”

      “Then why not delay it?”

      “Trust me—the thought has crossed my mind more than once. But the sale of the hotel chain can’t be delayed. I have plans for the money, and I’m sure you’re anxious to get on with the merger of the two hotel chains.”

      “When are you leaving?”

      “Tomorrow.”

      “And what about Sofia? You don’t want to miss this opportunity. You might never get it back.”

      Cristo’s warning made Niko hesitate. Had he somehow found out about Sofia’s plans to return to New York? She’d said she hadn’t turned her resignation in yet, but after their discussion perhaps she’d changed her mind. “Is there a particular reason you say that?”

      Cristo rubbed his clean-shaven jaw. “I really shouldn’t say anything—”

      “This is important. If it’s about Sofia, I really need to know.”

      Cristo’s brows rose. “Fine. The phone call I was on when you arrived was from my manager. Sofia has tendered her resignation at the Blue Tide Resort. She’s transferring back to the New York hotel.”

      “How soon?”

      “Immediately.”

      “Immediately?” This was news.

      “I haven’t spoken to her myself, but from what I can gather, she’s planning to hop on the next plane to New York. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

      “Let’s just say I might have some idea about what’s going on.” When Cristo sent him an I knew it look, Niko continued, “The thing is I, um, need her help. Would it be possible to give her some time off?”

      “What sort of time are we talking? A day? Or two?”

      “At least a few weeks.”

      Cristo’s eyes widened. “I see. Well, I think we could make that work. But is Sofia willing to go along with whatever you have in mind?”

      “I don’t know, but I’m about to find out.”

      “Are you sure—”

      “I am.” Niko jumped to his feet. “Thanks. I have to go.”

      He didn’t have a specific plan in mind to delay her departure, but he’d think of something. He didn’t have a choice. He couldn’t let Sofia disappear before they settled things. He was good at coming up with spontaneous plans. He had to come up with something good, something irresistible.

      * * *

      With a sigh, Sofia settled on the couch in her efficiency apartment. It had been a long, stressful day, and all she wanted now was to stay put, eat some leftover pizza and watch a romantic comedy. It might cheer her up. Then again, an adventure movie might be better.

      Her meeting with Niko hadn’t gone terribly wrong, but it hadn’t been good, either. Was it so far-fetched that she’d secretly envisioned his happy acceptance of the news? Instead, Niko looked as though he’d been diagnosed with a month to live.

      Sofia glanced down at the uneaten slice of pepperoni pizza in her hand. Her stomach lurched. She slipped the food back on the plate. Maybe she’d finish it later—much later. After her stomach stopped feeling as if it was on the high seas. She hadn’t experienced morning sickness until this week. Perhaps it was her nerves. Whatever it was, she wanted it to go away.

      When her phone chimed, she welcomed the distraction. She snatched it from the coffee table, expecting to find a text from Kyra. Sofia had messaged her best friend earlier, telling her they needed to talk ASAP.

      She’d been best friends with Kyra since junior high. Sofia thought they complemented each other well. She liked to take risks while Kyra liked to toe the line. Between the two of them, they’d kept out of trouble—or at least were never caught, as Kyra had reminded her over the years. But still, having a baby with a man that Kyra was just getting to know as family might put a strain on their friendship. Sofia hoped she was worried for nothing, but she’d learned the hard way that things don’t always work out the way you imagine.

      When she glanced at her phone, she saw the message wasn’t from Kyra, after all. It was Niko. Her heart pounded, and her palms grew clammy. She immediately clicked on the text, anxious to find out what he wanted.

      NikoStravosIII: Can we meet?

      MaidintheShade347 (Sofia): When?

      NikoStravosIII: Now.

      She glanced down at her gray sweat shorts and faded pink T-shirt. She definitely wasn’t in any condition to run out the door and meet up with a billionaire. She wondered if he ever had a hair out of place or dressed in anything but designer clothes. She highly doubted it.

      MaidintheShade347 (Sofia): Now isn’t a good time.

      NikoStravosIII: It has to be tonight.

      MaidintheShade347 (Sofia): I don’t know.

      NikoStravosIII: We must talk before you leave tomorrow.

      He knew? At least it saved her from having to tell him. And as much as she hated to admit it, he was right. They had to finish their discussion, and perhaps it’d be easier in person. But he wouldn’t change her mind—she was going home. She’d just heard about an opening at the hotel in New York, and she’d jumped on it. It would make it possible for her to make a future for her and the baby near her family.

      MaidintheShade347 (Sofia): Can you give me a little time?

      NikoStravosIII: Hurry.

      MaidintheShade347 (Sofia): I will.

      Sofia leaped up from the couch. After tossing her leftover pizza back in the fridge, she hurried to her small bedroom. A glance in the mirror told her that she would benefit from jumping in the shower and starting all over again, but she knew Niko wouldn’t have the patience to wait that long. So she’d have to do her best to quickly paste herself back together.

      At last she settled for a short summer dress that had a sleeveless denim blouse that tied at the waist and a white flowered skirt. It looked good on her without letting on that she’d tried too hard. After all, this wasn’t a date or anything.

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