Not Just the Greek's Wife

“Oh, yes … both our love for them, but they will also witness our love for each other and feel safe because of it.”

“It is good for a child to feel safe.”

“And loved.”

“You are mine, yesterday, today and always.”

“And you are mine, Mr. Tycoon.”

“Even tycoons need love.”

“I always knew that.”

“I didn’t.”

“But you were smart enough to learn.”

“You taught me.” Ariston’s eyes grew suspiciously bright before he lowered his head and kissed her.

When the kiss ended, she was in his arms, cradled against his chest, their breathing labored with passion.

Their gazes locked. “Thank you,” he said with so much emotion, Chloe’s heart squeezed.

She tilted her head up until their lips met again just briefly. “Thank you, for overcoming your fear and loving me.”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

She smiled and repeated something he had said to her weeks ago. “We all have choices.”

“Some really are easier to make than others. Like loving you.”

“Like loving you.”

And then he took her to their room and proved once again just how easy and wonderful that particular choice was.