After The Billionaire's Wedding Vows…

Polly ignored them both for the gorgeous bassinet in the center of the room. “Oh, it’s stunning.” It had wheels, so she could move it around the penthouse as needed.

In the same old-world design as the other pieces they were buying, the beautifully stained dark wood gleamed with the love and care that had gone into making it.

“Have it delivered along with the other pieces.” Alexandros took her arm to lead Polly away.

She balked at moving. “But we already have a bassinet.”

“I will have it returned.”

“But…”

“You want this one and I want you happy.”

“It’s just a bassinet.”

But it wasn’t. It was Alexandros telling her she didn’t have to settle. Not now. Not ever?

Or was she reading too much into a simple furniture purchase?

They were back in the car, moving slowly through the packed Athens traffic when Alexandros reached out to take Polly’s hand.

He squeezed it and then brought her hand to his lap, absently brushing his fingers over hers. “I am sorry, agape mou.”

His use of the endearment sounded very intentional.

Polly turned so she could see his expression. “Why sorry?”

He was looking at their hands together, like the sight held the answers of the universe.

“I was Cro-Magnon man in there. Isn’t that what you call me?”

“On occasion.”

“I don’t like other men flirting with you.”

“I never noticed that before.” It was an inevitable reality at so many of the functions they attended together. Polly had never been particularly comfortable with the social flirting but had noticed early on that it was common.

Thank goodness her husband had never indulged. She never would have been sanguine about it.

And Polly never flirted back, but she had always been cordial.

“I never doubted before.” It sounded like a hard-fought admission.

One she would not ignore. “What are you doubting now?”

“Your love. My right to it. Whether you will stay with me.” His shrug was more bleak than negligent.

“Have I ever once threatened to leave?”

“No, but you said earlier that what we are doing right now, all this honesty, it is risky.”

She nodded. “Okay, so that made you feel insecure?”

Polly expected him to deny it. He was too arrogant to feel insecure.

But Alexandros nodded. “Ne. Though, if I’m honest I haven’t been feeling all that secure with you since that dinner with my family.”

“The one where you decided I thought your brother was a better husband than you.”