Ignoring the uncharacteristically frantic thrumming of his heart, Stefan cornered her in the next moment. “Ciao, Clio.”
He wrapped his fingers over her arm to turn her and felt the shiver that went through her. Saw the bracing breath she took before she turned around. A flash of fear, feral and bright, danced in her green eyes.
Until she blinked, those long lashes hiding her expression.
When she looked up again, a flicker of warmth dawned in those green depths. “Stefan…what a surprise…I had no idea you were in New York.”
That accent of hers—it had always done strange things to his insides, swept over him with a mix of warmth and heated awareness. But her tone was reserved and artificial; it rattled him.
Granted, they hadn’t seen each other in a while, but for four years, Clio had been a part of his life—an integral one and one he remembered without bitterness.
Placing his arm around her toward the railing, he trapped her, shielding her from the rest of the crowd.
“You would have known if you’d kept in touch, wouldn’t you, bella?”
Tension thrummed in the tight set of her shoulders. “You barely ever set foot in New York whereas this is my home.”
“True. But you didn’t think it important to even attend Rocco’s wedding. Does your new…life not allow room for old friends, Clio?”
She didn’t flinch as she had done with Jackson, but there was an infinitesimal withdrawal. That shadow of fear again.
Dio, what was her association with Jackson?
“I’ve always been here, Stefan.” A remnant of the old Clio—full of adventure and plans for a new kind of life—flashed in her gaze. “I’m not the one determined to wipe anything related to our life in New York from memory.”
“Maybe I realized there wasn’t anything of value left for me here in New York. It’s not like Rocco, Christian or Zayed live here.”
She didn’t strike him down with words as she used to, only stared at him with those wide eyes and her mouth pinched. Why didn’t she just put him in his place with a cutting remark as she had always done?
Where was this need to land a shot at her coming from? And why? Just because she had some kind of association with Jackson Smith while she had rejected his cocky advances a lifetime ago?
He didn’t need his male ego to be validated by her interest in him.
Women flocked to him with one interested glance from him and he took advantage of it. He liked sex, had a healthy libido and when he was done, he walked away from the woman whether she liked it or not.
He had no place or use for a woman in his life, except in his bed.
Yet he had barely spent two minutes with Clio and suddenly, he was more interested in her thoughts and her actions.
Her chest rose and fell with the calming breath she took, coating his skin with warmth. He saw the mask that fell into place covering up her obvious distress, saw years of breeding and good manners slide into place.
The very thing she had been determined to overcome about herself…
“It was good to see you, Stefan,” she said evenly, with a perfectly bland smile. “But you’ll have to excuse me. I have things to do.”
He clasped her arm. “You didn’t answer my question. Why didn’t you come to Rocco’s wedding?”
Distress marred her gaze, before she composed herself enough to hide it. Her green eyes were huge in her oval face, the pallor of her skin parchment white. “I’ve been busy with work. Not all of us have turned our dreams into such an amazing reality as you have done with your global real estate company.”
“I started with nothing more than you did, Clio. I never took a penny from my parents after they disowned me.”
“Christian told me. After Serena, you—” She must have caught the blaze of anger in his gaze because she grimaced and continued, “After everything that happened in the last semester, you never looked back once.
“So stop blaming me alone for a friendship that didn’t last. In the first couple of years, Christian kept me abreast of what was happening with you guys. After that, it was hard to miss your success with all four of you hitting young millionaires’ lists left and right. But I’m not bitter enough to bemoan your success, Stefan.”
“I’m asking now, bella. What happened to your dreams, Clio?”
“Reality happened, okay? I discovered how hard it is to actually make it in this world. So kudos to you for doing it.” She took another calming breath. “Tell me about Rocco’s wedding.” It was obvious that she wanted to turn the conversation away from her life, but still, warmth spilled into her green eyes as she said Rocco’s name. “It would have been something to see Rocco dance to the tunes of the woman he fell so hard for. Olivia Fitzgerald must be really special.”
The wistfulness in her gaze before she looked around herself and covered it up tugged at his curiosity. “Olivia is definitely something, and Rocco is well and truly caught.”
He noted the way her gaze kept going to the entrance to the terrace, the same revolving door that Jackson and the blonde had walked through. “It was only a plane ride away, Clio. If it’s money for the plane ticket, you could have just asked one of us.”
“I’m not destitute, Stefan,” she said tiredly, as if she would do anything if he just left her alone. “After Christian paid my rent for a few months that one time, I managed fine.”
Shock reverberated through Stefan.
Christian had helped Clio once with the rent? Had it been that bad for her?
But he had no doubt as to why Christian wouldn’t have breathed a word. His friend had grown up in poverty on the streets of Athens, was the one who really understood what it meant to make ends meet when you started with nothing.
He understood why it would have been Christian that Clio had gone to. But still, he didn’t like that things had been so bad for her and he hadn’t even had an inkling of it.
He stared at her anew.
There was no emotion, not even bitterness, in her tone. Only an underlying urgency and fear prompted by what, he had no idea.
It had to be something related to Jackson.
A renewed purpose filled him. He had to help her get out of whatever it was.
“If you ever needed something, you only had to ask.”
“I don’t want charity. Yours or anyone else’s. I paid Christian back when I was able to. I’m fine now.”