Bought: The Greek's Baby(34)

He suddenly heard a strange sound. Frowning, he looked down at the woman in his arms.

For a moment, he heard only the quiet snuffle of her breathing and the sound of morning birds singing outside in the pale blue of dawn.

Then he heard Eve suck in her breath again. And she started to scream.

Cradled in Talos’s strong arms, beneath the soft dawn spilling from the windows, Eve hadn’t wanted to wake up. She’d pressed her head against his naked chest, relishing the feel of his warm skin laced with dark hair.
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His body was so much larger than her own. Snuggled against him in the enormous bed, she’d felt protected. Safe. Loved. There was so much about him she still didn’t understand. But still, she was falling in love with him all over again.

Drowsy and content, she’d listened to the beat of his heart against her cheek. The beat grew louder, like the sound of heavy footsteps stomping in unison against a hard stone floor. Step. Step. Step.

She felt suddenly cold as she looked at the blurry faces around her. Her mother’s sobbing face came into sharp focus. She clung to Eve, wailing as they watched her father’s coffin pass out of the church on the shoulders of old men. Eve clutched her mother’s hands in her own, suddenly terrified that her father’s death would cause her to lose both her parents. In the last week, she’d lost her father, their home, their fortune, their reputation. And it was all that man’s fault. He’d destroyed her father with all his lies. He’d heartlessly destroyed them all…

Now outside, standing on the frozen grass of the cemetery beside the dark-clothed mourners, she saw the cold March wind blow her mother’s black veil back like a dark spirit. She saw her mother stretch her arms toward the coffin as her beloved husband was lowered into the earth, as if she intended to bury herself in the same cold grave…

“No!” Eve screamed. “Please!”

“Eve!” She suddenly felt a man’s strong, protective arms around her, his voice anxious as he enveloped her with his warmth. “Wake up. Wake up.”

With a choked gasp, Eve opened her eyes. And saw Talos’s face.

“What—what is it?”

“You were screaming.” He held her tightly, stroking her face, stroking her hair. His dark eyes were full of concern. “Did you have a dream?”

A dream?

Pain racked through her, and suddenly her head was pounding as if her skull had been fractured into pieces. She pushed away from him as tears streamed down her face. For some reason, she suddenly couldn’t stand his touch.

“I remembered my father’s funeral,” she whispered.

She pushed away, standing up, then realized she was naked. She froze, remembering their night together. Remembering how happy she’d been sleeping in his arms…

She took a deep, ragged breath, pushing her hair out of her eyes. “I’ll go take a shower.” Before he could reply, she added quickly, “Alone.”

Talos’s eyes darkened. He turned away from her, reaching into his closet. “Fine.”

She took a quick shower, trying to wash away the sharp pain of her memory. She quickly dressed in clothes for the hot Greek sun—a pale pink tank top, a short knit skirt and white flat sandals. Brushing her hair, she stared at herself in the mirror.

All these days she’d been so desperate to remember her past. And now…

What if she didn’t like what she found?

“Are you hungry?” Talos asked quietly when she came out into the bedroom. “Shall we have a quick breakfast?”

“That sounds fine,” she said, careful not to touch him. Anything to get away from this place where, just as she’d found happiness at last, she’d been stabbed with pain.

Talos left his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets as they took the elevator downstairs. He opened the back door of the Bentley and helped her inside. But as he sat next to her on the short drive, he kept his distance. As if there were an invisible wall between them.

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How had everything changed so much since then?

“What else don’t I remember?” she whispered. “What if it’s all bad? What if it’s worse?”

He set his jaw. “What could be worse?”

“What happened to my father?”

He frowned, staring at her warily with lowered eyebrows.

“I don’t know what happened to your father,” he said finally. “We never talked about your family.”

She stared at him in shock. “Never? In all the time we were together?”