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feared that if she gave herself totally to Nikos he would have a power over her that she was not

ready to award him.



‘Where to next?’ His voice echoed faintly in the vast, marble-floored museum and broke into

her thoughts. ‘Shall we carry on into the Sculptures Collection, or do you want to rest now? You

look tired today, and for the baby’s sake you don’t want to overdo things.’



The only reason she was tired was because she had spent the night fantasising about him making

love to her, Kitty acknowledged silently, blushing beneath Nikos’s piercing gaze and praying he

could not read her mind as he seemed able to do.



‘I’d like to carry on,’ she told him. ‘Isn’t it incredible to think that some of these pieces date

back to the seventh century BC? We have a few ancient sculptures from the time of the Roman

and Byzantine Empires in Aristo’s museum, but the collection here in Greece is the most

important in the world, and I can’t tell you how thrilled I am to see it.’



‘I’m glad you find something in Athens thrilling, agape ,’ Nikos taunted softly, feeling a mixture of amusement and impatience when Kitty blushed again. She was staring at him with her big,

wary eyes; reminding him of a nervous deer poised to dash away should he venture too near.



At first, when she had refused to sleep with him, he had thought she was playing some sort of

game. He had met women who used sex as a weapon and had no compunction about withholding

it as a form of blackmail to get what they wanted, and he had cynically assumed that Kitty was

no different. But he had learned these past few days that his wife was different. He had never met anyone like her before, but he was growing more and more convinced that her sweet, shy nature

was not an act.



‘If you are bored, we could go—and I’ll come back another time,’ she said anxiously.



‘I’m not at all bored, agape . Your knowledge of your subject is quite astounding and you make a far more fascinating guide than the guidebook.’ He was surprised to realise that he was

speaking the truth. He enjoyed talking to Kitty and hearing about her work as a researcher at

Aristo’s Museum of History. She was fiercely intelligent and her passion for her work made her

interesting.



He did not often have meaningful conversations with women, Nikos owned. His ex-lovers had

invariably been models or socialites who talked predominantly about themselves or the latest

gossip in the tabloids, and he had allowed them to witter on, and made suitable responses, during

the necessary few dinner dates before he took them to bed.



With Kitty he could not give in to the urgent clamouring of his body and sweep her off to bed.

He did not understand why she was holding back. He knew that she wanted him, and had had as

little sleep as him for the past few nights, but he was not going to jump on her like some callow

youth at the mercy of his hormones. He was determined to wait until she gave some indication

that she had resolved the issues that clearly bothered her— and so he’d had no choice but to talk

to her, and to his amazement he had discovered that he liked her as a person and would value her

friendship.



‘Actually, there’s something in the next room that I want to show you,’ she told him as they

walked past the exhibits. ‘This little figurine was sculpted round about five hundred and forty

BC, and she was found about twenty years ago on Aristo—in the little fishing village, Varna. I

remember you said that your mother’s family came from there, and I thought you would be

interested to see a little piece of your heritage.’



‘My heritage?’ Nikos frowned. ‘I never knew my family in Varna. My grandparents cut off all

contact with my mother when she fell pregnant with me and I don’t suppose they even knew of

my existence.’



‘But even so, you have roots on Aristo,’ Kitty insisted. ‘I was thinking that it might be nice to

trace your family tree. I can trace my ancestors back for generations, but one day our child will

want to know about your side of the family.’



‘You won’t get far tracing my father. My mother took his identity with her to her grave,’ Nikos

said harshly.



‘That must be strange,’ Kitty said softly. ‘I imagine you feel as though a part of you is missing.

But to my mind that is even more reason to research your mother’s side—so that we can give our

child as complete a history as possible.’



She wandered off to look at the next exhibit, leaving Nikos staring after her. She was almost too

perceptive, he brooded. Not knowing the identity of his father had always haunted him and Kitty