After The Billionaire's Wedding Vows…

“Another hotel suite?” she said, teasingly, trying to lighten the mood a little.

He shook his head, his demeanor entirely grave. “This discussion is too personal for any place but our home.”

“Okay.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

He released her with one arm, but kept the other around her while he grabbed his phone and texted someone. A few minutes and several texts later, he said, “Done.”

“What?”

“Petros and Corrina will keep Helena tonight.”

“That’s kind of them.”

“Petros has an interest in us working through our problems.”

“He does?” Well of course he did. Petros loved his brother and he loved Polly like a sister now too.

“Yes,” Alexandros said grimly.

“Okay, well, it’s still nice of them.”

“It is, yes,” he admitted grudgingly. “Another instance where my brother is showing his considerate nature.”

“You can be really caring and considerate too, Andros.”

“Do you think so?” He didn’t sound like he believed she thought anything of the sort.

“It may have taken you five years to get there, but once you realized what your mom and sister were like with me, you put a stop to it. Once you realized I wanted to see more of you, you took steps to make that happen.”

“That doesn’t make me considerate. That makes me a desperate man who does not want to lose his wife.”

“But you can be considerate.”

“I’ve convinced Piper to redecorate the villa. She and Zephyr will be in Athens next week and she’ll consult with you then on what you want.”

“That really was thoughtful. Thank you.” Though Piper designed the decor for her husband’s resorts, she excelled at the type of warm and inviting decor that Polly loved.

“One instance out of how many where I ignored your preferences for expediency or taking my mother’s opinions over your own about what you needed?”

He really had been listening, but she didn’t like her super confident husband in this down spiral. He had made mistakes, but he really was doing his best to rectify them.

“Who was it who took the entire day to shop with me for nursery furniture? Who made sure I rested when I needed to?” And maybe sometimes when she didn’t. “Who bought me a second bassinet because I loved it?” She winked. “Who bought that second bassinet even after the very talented furniture maker flirted with me?”

The master carpenter had said Polly had her husband wrapped around her finger. Could it be true? Now?

Were Alexandros’s eyes open, and in opening them, had he become genuinely determined to see her as happy as possible?

“You had more in common with him than you do with me.”

“Not possible. I have love in common with you, and that’s bigger than anything else.”

“You think so?”

“I’m beginning to.”

His expression turned arrested. “You are.”