At the Tycoon's Service. Maya Banks

      He continued to watch her, and his gaze moved beyond her to where one of his security detail stood on guard at a distance. She continued to defy him, and he pretended annoyance, but all he did was make sure his men shadowed her at every turn. Her determination to go against his wishes amused him because he didn’t sense any real irritation on her part. She liked goading him.

      And he knew he was being overprotective, but the fact that her kidnappers were still out there, that they still posed a threat to her and their child, sent dark fear through his veins. She was his. He’d failed her once. No matter that she had betrayed him. He’d sent her and his child unprotected into the hands of her kidnappers because he’d allowed emotion to cloud his judgment.

      He turned in annoyance when his phone rang. Tearing his gaze from Marley, he put the phone to his ear.

      “Mr. Anetakis.” Roslyn’s voice broke clear over the line.

      “Roslyn, have you spoken to Piers about the status of the Rio de Janeiro deal?”

      “Yes, sir, and he said to tell you that if you’d answer your phone he’d let you know how things were going himself.”

      Chrysander chuckled. “I will deal with my younger brother.”

      “If at all possible, you need to attend a conference call tomorrow evening, seven our time. I’ll send out an e-mail with the details. Theron and Piers will both be on hand, but Mr. Diego specifically wished to speak personally with you.”

      “I’ll make it,” he said.

      “And how are things with you?” Roslyn asked hesitantly.

      Chrysander frowned and glanced back to the beach, where Marley stood watching the waves roll in.

      “Has she regained her memory yet?” she continued.

      “No,” he said shortly.

      There was a moment of silence, and he could hear Roslyn’s soft breathing as though she battled over whether to say what was on her mind.

      “If that’s all,” he said in an effort to end the call.

      “Have you considered that she’s faking her memory loss?” Roslyn said in a rush.

      “What?”

      “Think about it,” she said impatiently. “What better way to circumvent your anger than to pretend to have forgotten it all? You can’t even be sure the child is yours. She was in captivity for months. Who’s to say what went on during that time?”

      Ice trickled down Chrysander’s spine. “That’s enough,” he said tersely.

      “But—”

      “I said enough.”

      “As you wish. I’ll phone you if anything changes.”

      Chrysander hung up and yanked his gaze back to the beach, but Marley was gone. Could Roslyn be right? Could Marley be faking her amnesia? The thought had crossed his mind when they’d still been in New York and Marley was fresh from the hospital. His instincts said no, but then he’d already been so wrong about her in every way. If someone had told him six months ago that she was capable of betraying him as she had, he would have cut them down to size.

      Anger and confusion took turns battering his head. He rubbed a weary hand across his face and closed his eyes. It didn’t really matter what he thought at this point. She was pregnant with his child and that took precedence above all else. He could overlook a lot for his son.

      A sound at the door made him look up. Marley stood just inside his office, a sparkling smile on her face. Her eyes glowed with…happiness.

      He found himself relaxing, the turmoil of a few minutes ago dissipating.

      “You grew tired of your walk on the beach?”

      Her lips twisted ruefully as she walked forward. “I should have known you knew exactly where I was.”

      He gestured toward the window. “I had a prime view. You looked to have enjoyed yourself. Are you feeling well today? You haven’t overdone it?”

      She stopped at his desk, and he nearly gestured her around to settle on his lap, but he refrained, needing to maintain a distance while he felt so volatile, so uncertain. He didn’t want to think of her as a deceiver, nothing more than a practiced actress bent on escaping retribution.

      “I’m fine, Chrysander. You worry far too much. I don’t need to be coddled. You would think I was the first woman to ever be pregnant.”

      “You are the first woman to bear my child,” he pointed out.

      She laughed. “And so I am. I’ll make allowances for your overbearing ways because this is your first child. When we have our next, I expect you to act sanely.”

      Every muscle in his body stiffened, and he fought the darkness that spread across his face. Another child. It suggested permanence. A lasting relationship. Yes, he planned to ask—no, insist—she marry him, but he hadn’t given thought to what it would mean. A permanent place in his life for her. More children.

      Were his brothers right? Should he have installed her in an apartment, hired suitable staff to look after her until the baby was born and then removed her from his life?

      “Chrysander? Is something wrong?”

      He glanced up to see her staring at him with worried eyes. There, again, as it had so many times before when she looked at him, was a flash of uncertainty. Of fear almost. He cursed under his breath. He had not intended to frighten her, nor did he want to upset her.

      He reached for her. “No, pedhaki mou. Nothing is wrong.”

      She hesitated the briefest of seconds before she finally walked around and into his arms. She settled on his knee, and he watched as she worked her lower lip between her teeth.

      “Don’t you want more children?” she asked.

      He cocked his head to the side, trying to adopt a casual air. “I don’t suppose I’d considered it yet. Our first son is still to be born.”

      She nodded. “I know. I suppose I just assumed since you have brothers that you’d want more than one child. Have we discussed it before? Did I want more than one? I look ahead now and feel like I’d love several more. Maybe four total. But I don’t know if I’ve always wanted that many.”

      Unable to resist her worried brow, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Let’s not worry about it now. We have plenty of time. First you have to marry me,” he said teasingly. “Let’s wait until our son is born to think about adding more to our family.”

      A beautiful, captivating smile lit up her face and knocked the breath from him all in one moment.

      “That sounds so lovely when you say it,” she breathed.

      “What’s that?”

      “Family. I don’t have family, or so I was told. To know that you and I will have a family of our own means so much. Sometimes I feel so lonely, like I’ve been lonely forever.”

      She shivered lightly against his chest as the haunting words left her lips.

      “You aren’t alone,” he said softly. “You have me, and we have our son.”

      It was a vow. One that he felt only passing discomfort over making. Part of him wondered at the ease with which he committed himself to a woman who’d done so much damage, but the other part could no sooner turn away than he could cut off his arm.

      “You should go rest,” he said firmly, more because of his need to distance himself from her before he totally succumbed to the pull between them than a real concern over her health. The doctor had assured him she was fit and well, that her fainting spell had been nothing more than a product of missed meals. “I’ll summon Mrs. Cahill to help you up the stairs.”

      Her lips turned down into a