The Greek's Unknown Bride

She avoided his eye, hating the way her body prickled all over with the same heat she’d felt last night. She almost resented his presence, which was ridiculous when it was his house.

Their house.

But it didn’t feel like her house. ‘Good morning.’

‘Kalimera.’

Sasha sat down and Rhea appeared with coffee, which she poured into a cup for Sasha.

Sasha smiled tentatively at her and said carefully, ‘Efharisto.’

Rhea nodded her head and smiled. When she was gone Apollo said, ‘You’ve been learning Greek?’

Sasha picked up a pastry, anything to avoid looking at Apollo and reliving that moment last night when she’d all but begged him to kiss her. ‘Just a few everyday words. Kara helps me.’

‘You didn’t seem inclined to want to pick it up before.’

Sasha’s knife stilled. She looked at Apollo. ‘Can we agree that perhaps things might be different now? You keep telling me things I did, or the way I was, and I can’t remember any of it. Can we just...go forward from here?’

He looked at her for a long moment. So long that she felt her face get hot. Eventually he inclined his head. ‘Very well. That’s fair.’

Sasha breathed out.

‘How are you feeling now? Physically?’

She took a gulp of coffee, composing herself. ‘I’m fine...much better. Physically.’ She made a face. ‘Mentally...the fogginess has gone but now it’s just a great big blank.’

And the way you make me feel like I’m plugged into some hot electrical force.

She clamped her mouth shut in case the words fell out.

Apollo wiped his mouth with a napkin. ‘I’ve arranged for the doctor to come this morning to check you over.’

Sasha’s gut clenched. Was he trying to get rid of her? What would happen once she was well enough? Why did she feel sick at the prospect when he obviously resented her presence? Impulsively she asked, ‘Was it ever good? Between us?’

Apollo put his hand on the table, face unreadable. ‘Briefly.’

The thought of him wanting her as much as she’d wanted him last night was too overwhelming to contemplate for a moment. She s

truggled to understand. ‘But...then why—?’

‘Didn’t it work?’ His voice was harsh.

Sasha nodded. Just at that moment Rhea appeared and Sasha cursed the interruption.

Rhea said, ‘The doctor is here to see Kyria Vasilis.’

Apollo looked at Rhea and smiled. A proper smile. The first smile Sasha had seen on his face. Her heart flip-flopped. It transformed him from merely gorgeous to devastating.

But then he looked back at her and it faded. Sasha felt a chill breeze up her spine. He really hated her. For whatever she had done. And a moment ago she’d been ready to hear it but now she was glad of the interruption.

‘Physically you’ve made a remarkable recovery, Mrs Vasilis. Emotionally, how are you doing?’

Sasha tucked her shirt back into her trousers. The doctor had seen her in her bedroom. The same kind female doctor who had attended to her in the hospital after the accident.

She sat down on a chair by the writing desk, aware of the doctor’s keen dark eyes on her. ‘I’m... I guess I’m okay. Getting used to my life.’

And the husband who doesn’t want me here.