She took a deep, ragged breath, pushing her hair out of her eyes. “I’ll go take a shower.” Before he could reply, she added quickly, “Alone.”
Talos’s eyes darkened. He turned away from her, reaching into his closet. “Fine.”
She took a quick shower, trying to wash away the sharp pain of her memory. She quickly dressed in clothes for the hot Greek sun—a pale pink tank top, a short knit skirt and white flat sandals. Brushing her hair, she stared at herself in the mirror.
All these days she’d been so desperate to remember her past. And now…
What if she didn’t like what she found?
“Are you hungry?” Talos asked quietly when she came out into the bedroom. “Shall we have a quick breakfast?”
“That sounds fine,” she said, careful not to touch him. Anything to get away from this place where, just as she’d found happiness at last, she’d been stabbed with pain.
Talos left his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets as they took the elevator downstairs. He opened the back door of the Bentley and helped her inside. But as he sat next to her on the short drive, he kept his distance. As if there were an invisible wall between them.
To think last night, he’d held her so tightly, whispering endearments to her in Greek, covering her body with hot kisses as he pressed his naked body against hers.
How had everything changed so much since then?
“What else don’t I remember?” she whispered. “What if it’s all bad? What if it’s worse?”
He set his jaw. “What could be worse?”
“What happened to my father?”
He frowned, staring at her warily with lowered eyebrows.
“I don’t know what happened to your father,” he said finally. “We never talked about your family.”
She stared at him in shock. “Never? In all the time we were together?”
He shook his head.
“How is that possible?”
“We didn’t talk about the past,” he said shortly.
“Never?”
“No.”
“Then…what did we talk about?”
“We didn’t talk. We just made love.”
A cold trickle went down her back.
They’d never spoken about their pasts?
Their relationship had only been about sex?
The car stopped. Silently, Talos got out of the car and opened her door. Looking up, she saw a very elegant French restaurant in a glossy new building with coldly modern architecture. “This is your idea of a quick breakfast place?”
Talos gave her a smile that didn’t meet his eyes. “It was your favorite restaurant in Athens.”
Once inside, they were escorted to the best table, which overlooked the crowded street below. The fancy restaurant was elegant and chilly with sterile airconditioning. There were many waiters but no other diners.
“It’s not very popular in here on a Sunday morning,” she ventured.