Husband By Request
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“Let’s go, Paul.”
Andreas frowned when he glanced at his watch. It was noon. Paul should have reported to him by now. He got up from the desk in his study and walked down the hall to his friend’s stateroom.
When he didn’t answer the door, Andreas concluded Dominique was being difficult. It wasn’t like Paul to let any problem stand in his way. If it was taking this long, then he needed help—something Andreas never imagined would happen.
Though he hadn’t intended to see Dominique again, he feared she might still be in her room, hammering out the details of the divorce settlement with Paul.
His features grim, Andreas headed for her cabin, steeling himself not to react to the sight of her. Without bothering to knock, he let himself inside.
No one was there.
The bed was still unmade—evidence of where she’d spent the night. He fought the image of her lying in it, all that warm femininity he’d been denied for the last year.
Where were they?
As he turned to leave, his gaze fastened on the manila legal file lying on the table in the corner. He reached for it and seized the papers inside.
She still hadn’t signed them.
Paul was nowhere around.
Sucking in his breath, he headed for his study, where he’d left his cellphone. The pilot would tell him what he wanted to know.
In a minute he heard the other man say, “First I flew her to Zakynthos.”
First?
Andreas swore softly.
“Where’s Paul?”
“Mr. Christopoulos flew on to Athens. At the last minute Mrs. Stamatakis decided to go with him.”
He grimaced. “Did you put them down at the airport?”
“No. Your office building. She said she had business in the city.”
What business?
His jaw hardened. “I see. Fly back to Fiskardo and pick me up. I’ll be waiting for you.”
“Yes, sir.”
He pocketed his phone, gathered the file, and went up on deck to find Olympia. She was sitting on the edge of a sunbed watching Ari, who was lying on a quilt while he played with some toys.
Normally Andreas would have hunkered down to tickle him, but the news that Dominique hadn’t left Greece had come as a stunning surprise.
Olympia eyed him expectantly. “Did she sign the divorce papers?”
He gazed out over the water with unseeing eyes. “No.” Her mystifying behavior had him completely baffled.
“I think I know why.”
“Then you know a hell of a lot more than I do.” His hands formed fists.
“When she asked you for a divorce sh
e made it clear she didn’t want a financial settlement, but I believe something has happened to change her mind.”