Irresistible Greeks: Dark and Determined: The Kanellis Scandal / The Greek's Acquisition / Along Came Twins…. Rebecca Winters

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СКАЧАТЬ Kanellis’s, of course—money giving you both way too much clout for most men to want to try and compete with. However,’ she added, ‘I will give it to you that you’re physical attributes make you a daunting competitor all on your own.’

      He laughed out loud this time, low and husky, because he was relaxed so it came from deep within the walls of his chest. Zoe found herself laughing too, softly and ruefully, her eyes connecting with his.

      Her first burst of laughter in three long, horrible weeks, she realised suddenly, and then felt guilty because she could still laugh.

      ‘So, your turn.’ She shifted the attention onto him. ‘What about the current woman in your life?’

      ‘I don’t have one.’

      ‘That isn’t what your press says.’

      ‘The press likes to exaggerate.’

      ‘There was the model in New York three weeks ago,’ Zoe recalled. ‘She intimated you were both in it for the long haul.’

      Anton affected a sigh. ‘The problem with women in high-profile careers is they see any kind of press as better than none at all. I broke the relationship off after that interview appeared in the papers.’

      ‘As you mentioned before, you are high profile.’

      ‘I am not hankering after a wealthy wife.’

      Fair comment, Zoe conceded. ‘My father always says—’

      She stopped, her lips coming together with a tremulous snap. Turning her face away, she stared blindly at the back of the chauffeur’s head and tried to swallow down the new lump in her throat.

      ‘Your father used to say—what?’ he prompted very gently.

      But Zoe shook her head. The subtle change he’d made to her words didn’t stop her from feeling deeply that she’d mentioned her father in the present tense. She did it a lot. She still turned to speak to her mother only to find she wasn’t there. She had been going to say that her father had always said material wealth did not matter. Love mattered.

      ‘I met him a few times,’ Anton said quietly, bringing her face slowly back around so she could look at him. Her eyes looked huge again, and so damned vulnerable. ‘I was quite small and he appeared very much a grown-up to me, though he could have been only eighteen. He took me out on the lawn to play football. No one had ever done that with me before.’

      Needing to swallow before she could speak, Zoe prompted, ‘Your own father?’

      ‘He’d died the year before. I barely remember him. He was always going off somewhere on a business trip and was much too busy being powerful to play football with me. We are here,’ he said, sounding as if he was glad of the excuse to call a halt to that line of conversation.

      Zoe turned her head in time to watch the front police-car peeling away. The next second the car they were travelling in was slowing down to make a left turn and they were driving through a pair of big gates. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the two police cars had pulled across the gap into which the gates were in the process of closing behind them. Beyond the police cars the chasing pack had all pulled to a stop in a long line. She could feel their frustration as they climbed out of their vehicles and stared helplessly at their disappearing car. There was even the promised big fence cordoning off the area. Relief skittered down her spine as she turned to look forwards again.

      And that feeling of relief died immediately. ‘What’s going on?’ she demanded jerkily.

      ‘Our next mode of transport,’ Anton replied.

      ‘But—but that’s a plane!’

      Taking a look out of the car window at the sleek lines of the Pallis private jet, Anton drawled, ‘So it is.’

       CHAPTER FOUR

      CONFUSED and trying not to let the tiny nub of alarm she could feel inside her start to balloon, Zoe murmured, ‘You said a helicopter.’

      ‘A slight change of plan,’ Anton countered with the smoothness of balm.

      ‘So we are flying in—that—to your house?’

      He watched as his chauffeur climbed out of the car. ‘Yes,’ he confirmed.

      His eyes wore a polished jet look to them that Zoe couldn’t read. Having to moisten her lips, she found that they were trembling. ‘And wh-where is this house?’

      Perhaps she should have asked that question a long time ago. In fact she was angry with herself that she hadn’t, because there was something about Anton Pallis now that put her senses on stinging alert. He was still reclining in the corner of the car but she was picking up danger signals that made her reach out with a hand and close it around the handle on Toby’s seat.

      And he had not answered her question. A new kind of tension sizzled in the air. The chauffeur appeared outside Anton’s door and went to open it for him, but with a tap from the back of his fingers on the glass he waved him away without removing his attention from her.

      ‘We are going to Greece, Zoe,’ he told her.

      ‘Greece?’ She said it as if she had never heard of the place. ‘But—but I don’t want to go to Greece. And—and you said …’

      ‘I never actually said that my house was here in England,’ he pointed out as if she was supposed say, Oh, that’s all right, then. My mistake!

      But Zoe wasn’t going to say that. Zoe wasn’t going to Greece. ‘Not me, Mr Pallis, and not my brother,’ she told him on a sudden spurt of movement, and started releasing Toby’s seat from its safety restraints.

      ‘So where are you intending to go?’ he questioned curiously.

      ‘Back home, where I belong.’

      ‘And how are you going to get there?’

      ‘I will walk if I have to! All the way down that road we’ve just driven along and straight to the police still hanging around the gate. Or the press,’ she added, tight lipped and shaking in her determination to get out of this car as fast as she could. ‘Why the heck should I not go to the papers and let them decide if this makes you a lying, cheating, kidnapping rat?’

      At last he showed some emotion with an impatient hiss from between his even white teeth. ‘I may have lied by omission but I am not a cheat and I am not kidnapping you.’

      She fumbled in her efforts to release the car seat. ‘What do you call this then—a holiday?’

      ‘Yes!’ he snapped, sitting up out of his corner.

      ‘And who is waiting at the other end of this plane journey, Mr Pallis. Theo Kanellis, by any chance?’

      The way she scythed out both names as if they poisoned her to say them set Anton’s teeth on edge. ‘No,’ he denied, then sighed and reached over to clamp a hand on the side of Toby’s СКАЧАТЬ