Bought: The Greek's Baby. Jennie Lucas

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      Talos ground his teeth. “Because she doesn’t have amnesia. She’s playing you for a fool!”

      The elderly doctor stiffened. “I do not believe Miss Craig is lying, Mr. Xenakis. I have known her since she was fourteen, when she first came here with her mother from America.” He shook his head as he mused, “All the tests came back negative. The only symptom seems to be the amnesia. Leading me to perhaps wonder if the accident was merely the catalyst—the trauma was an emotional one.”

      “You mean she brought it on herself?”

      “I wouldn’t say that exactly. But this is outside my field. It’s why I’ve recommended a colleague, Dr. Green.”

      “A psychiatrist.”

      “Yes.”

      Talos latched on to the one valuable bit of information. “So if there’s nothing physically wrong with her, she can leave the hospital.”

      The doctor hesitated. “She’s certainly strong enough. But as she has no memory, perhaps it would be better if a member of her family…”

      “She has no family,” Talos interrupted. “Her stepfather was her only relative, and he died three days ago.”

      “I did hear about Mr. Craig, and was very sorry. But I hoped perhaps Eve might have an aunt or uncle, or even a cousin in Boston…”

      “She does not,” Talos said evenly, although he had no idea. He only knew nothing was going to keep him from taking Eve away with him today. “I am her…” What? Ex-lover bent on revenge? “Boyfriend,” he finished smoothly. “I will take care of her.”

      “So your men told me yesterday, when they said you were on your way.” Dr. Bartlett eyed him as if he did not quite like what he saw. “But it does not sound as if you even believe she needs special care.”

      “If you say she has amnesia, I have no choice but to believe it.”

      “You called her a liar.”

      Talos gave a crooked grin. “Creative untruths are part of her charm.”

      “So you are close?” The doctor looked up at him with narrowed eyes. “Do you plan to marry her?”

      Talos knew the answer the man wanted—the only answer that would release Eve into his power. And so he told the truth. “She is everything to me. Everything.”

      Scrutinizing Talos’s expression, the doctor stroked his beard with something like satisfaction, then nodded in a sudden brisk decision. “Very well. I’ll release her into your care, Mr. Xenakis. Take good care of her. Take her home.”

      Take her to Mithridos? Talos would die before he would pollute his home that way. But Athens…yes. He’d lock her up and make her thoroughly regret betraying him. “You will release her to me today?”

      The doctor nodded. “Yes. Make her feel loved,” he warned. “Make her feel wanted and secure.”

      “Loved and secure,” he repeated, barely able to keep the sneer from his face.

      Dr. Bartlett frowned. “Surely, Mr. Xenakis, you can appreciate what these last twenty-four hours have meant to Eve. She’s had nothing to cling to. No memory of family or friends to sustain her. No sense of home or memory of belonging. She didn’t even know her name until I told her.”

      “Don’t worry,” Talos said grimly. “I’ll take good care of her.”

      But as he started to turn away, the doctor stopped him. “There is something else you should know.”

      “What?”

      “Normally I would never disclose this information. But in this unique case, I feel the need for informed care far exceeds the concern for privacy…”

      With a muttered curse in Greek, Talos tapped his foot impatiently. “What is it?”

      “Eve is pregnant.”

      At that word, Talos’s head shot up. His heart literally stopped in his chest.

      “Pregnant?” he choked. “When?”

      “When I did the ultrasound yesterday, I estimated conception in mid-June.”

       June.

      For nearly all of that month Talos had barely left her side. He’d kept tabs on his business almost unwillingly, begrudging every moment of his life that wasn’t spent in bed with her. Their affair had burned him through, blood and bone. He’d thought—God help him—that he could trust her. Because lust had seized his mind and will.

      “I feel I’m at fault,” Dr. Bartlett continued regretfully. “If I’d had any idea how upset she was at the news of her pregnancy, I would never have let her drive away from the hospital. But don’t worry,” he added hastily, “your baby is fine.”

      His baby.

      Talos stared at him, hardly able to breathe.

      The doctor suddenly gave a hearty, cheerful laugh, patting him on the back. “Congratulations, Mr. Xenakis. You’re going to be a father.”

      Around her, Eve was dimly aware of a whisper of voices and the distant hum of a radiator. She felt someone—the nurse?—sweep a cool cloth against her forehead. The soft sheets against her skin felt heavy. She smelled the fresh scent of rain and cotton. But she stubbornly kept her eyes closed.

      She didn’t want to wake up. She didn’t want to leave the dark peacefulness of sleep, the warmth of barely remembered dreams that still cradled her like an embrace.

      She didn’t want to return to the nothingness of existence, where she had no memories. No identity. Nothing to cling to. It was an emptiness far worse than any pain.

      And then the doctor had told her three hours ago that she was pregnant.

      She couldn’t remember conceiving the child. Couldn’t even remember the face of her baby’s father. But she would meet him today. He would be here any minute.

      Covering her head with her pillow, she squeezed her eyes shut. She was racked with nervousness and fear at the thought of meeting him for the first time—the father of her unborn baby!

      What kind of man would he be?

      She heard the door open and close. She held her breath. Then someone sat heavily next to her, causing her body to lean toward him on the mattress. Strong arms suddenly were around her. She felt the warmth of a man’s body, breathed in the woodsy musk of his cologne.

      “Eve, I’m here.” The man’s voice was deep and low, with an exotic accent she couldn’t place. “I’ve come for you.”

      A thrill rushed through her. With an intake of breath, she pushed aside the pillow.

      He was so close to her. She saw the sharpness of his cheekbones first. The dark scruff on his hard jaw. The tawny color of his СКАЧАТЬ