Apollo rubbed the back of his neck. And then in almost a mumble, he uttered a response, but it was too soft for Popi to pick it up over the sound of the music.
“What did you say?”
He lifted his head. In his eyes, she could see the torment reflected in them. For a moment, it stilled her breath. She didn’t know what to do with this new information. It was so much easier to fight him when she thought he was a selfish jerk without any worry for anyone else.
“I was out of contact while hiking in the Himalayas.”
That would explain the tan and the very defined muscles. And it would also explain his absence from the funeral. As much as she wanted to cling to his absence from that awful time, she could tell he was riddled with guilt over it. She knew a lot about being plagued with guilt.
But that didn’t change the fact that she was better suited to be a parent. She had a job. A stable life. A home. And lots of caring people to help her raise this child. What was it they said? Oh, yes: it takes a village. And she was blessed enough to have a loving village.
What did he have?
Popi thought for a moment before speaking. She didn’t want to escalate this situation. If she could reason with him, it would be best for everyone concerned—most especially the baby.
“I know you’re concerned about the child.” She noticed he didn’t try to argue and so she continued. “I also know you lead a very active lifestyle, which isn’t conducive to having an infant or a small child.” When he started a rebuttal, she held up her hand, stopping him. “I also understand you might feel the pressure to do the right thing. But I want you to know that the right thing is to leave the baby with me to raise while you continue to explore the Amazon and hike the Himalayas or whatever.”
His gaze narrowed in on her. “So that you can take control of the Drakos fortune?”
“What?” She knew her brother-in-law was rich—more than rich—but she never considered the money when she’d decided to adopt the baby. She never stopped to realize that the baby would be heir to a fortune. “No, that’s not it.”
Apollo’s gaze said that he didn’t believe her. “You will never get your hands on that money.”
Her heart sunk. She thought Apollo had come here to claim the baby out of some sort of obligation or maybe even love for his brother. It never even occurred to her that this would be some sort of power move. A chance to control the family business that he’d been excluded from in favor of his older brother.
She shook her head in frustration. At that point, she could hear voices over the speaker system. It was time for the champagne toast, followed by the bridal-bouquet toss. Though Lea had been adamant about incorporating the Greek traditions in honor of her groom, she’d also introduced some American traditions and married them, as Lea liked to say.
“I have to go,” Popi said. “In the future, your attorney can contact mine.” And with that she walked away, not even waiting for him to speak.
Before Apollo’s arrival, Popi had been determined to protect the child and keep it with her, and this conversation had only solidified her position. Apollo was going to walk away empty-handed.
* * *
That kiss.
Oh, that kiss.
Apollo inwardly groaned. It was the most arousing, addictive kiss of his life. And it had ended much, much too quickly. The fact that Popi had wanted him just as much had been a surprise.
As good as the kiss had been, it had been a mistake. And just when he’d promised himself that he was going to be responsible and do what was best for the family—for the baby. Because he owed it to his brother’s memory.
And right about now, he was certain Nile would be frowning at him. He’d let his desires rule, but that was the last time. He didn’t care how beautiful Popi was, as he could ignore her charms. He could be the responsible man his brother always believed he was capable of being.
That meant stepping up and becoming a father to his niece or nephew. The acknowledgment of that was immense.
But Apollo was done walking away.
He’d done that enough in his life.
This time he was staying. He would do what was right.
Being a father meant giving up his freedom. Nile would say that it was past time, and perhaps he was right after this latest accident. It had opened Apollo’s eyes to what was important—family. He never got to tell his brother that—he never got to thank his brother for never giving up on him.