Mediterranean Millionaires. LYNNE GRAHAM

going to be.’

      Encouraged by that statement, Andreas bit the proverbial bullet. ‘I’ve been jealous as hell—’

      Hope looked up at him in amazement. ‘But why? There’s no need. I had only started seeing Ben when I found out I was expecting. It’s not as if I slept with him or anything like that!’

      The silence sizzled.

      ‘You…didn’t sleep with him?’ Andreas prompted fiercely. ‘Have you any idea how much knowing that means to me?’

      ‘If you had asked, I would never have lied. You didn’t ask.’

      Andreas flexed lean brown fingers, shrugged broad shoulders, compressed his beautiful mouth and nodded into the bargain. It took all those separate gestures to express the intensity of his response. ‘It always meant a lot to me that I had been your only lover—’

      ‘You never said.’

      ‘I took you for granted. You were there. Life was good and then…pow! It’s gone,’ he breathed in a roughened undertone, pulling her close as though to combat that unhappy memory.

      ‘Elyssa,’ she sighed.

      ‘Her lies tore me apart. I have never been so wretched in all my life. I didn’t understand what you meant to me until you were gone,’ Andreas confessed raggedly above her head, his strong arms tightening expressively round her. ‘Then I couldn’t admit to myself that I hated my life without you in it.’

      ‘Honestly?’ Her head came up, turquoise eyes focusing on him.

      ‘Honestly.’

      ‘But what about all the women you were seen about with?’

      Andreas grimaced. ‘Window dressing.’

      Hope snatched in a stark breath. ‘Did you undress any of the windows?’

      Andreas winced. ‘Couldn’t…’

      Her eyes rounded. ‘Couldn’t?’

      ‘I couldn’t because…’ Andreas dragged in a sustaining breath before he pushed himself on to the crux of the matter. ‘I couldn’t because I only turn on for you. Didn’t you notice how hot I was for you at the cottage?’

      ‘You’ve been faithful.’ A huge sunny smile lit up her heart-shaped face.

      ‘I’ll always be faithful…’ Andreas hesitated. ‘I love you, pedhi mou.’

      Her lashes fluttered up on wide, disbelieving eyes.

      ‘It’s true…I do!’ Andreas stressed as if she had argued the score with him. ‘When I feel this weird, it’s got to be love!’

      ‘You love me…’ Hope felt buoyant with happiness. ‘I love you too—’

      ‘So why won’t you marry me?’ Andreas demanded fiercely. ‘Being single is driving me mad!’

      ‘Oh, I think I could do something about that and save your sanity for you,’ Hope whispered teasingly. ‘If you love me—’

      ‘I love you like crazy!’ Andreas launched, cupping her cheekbones with his spread fingers.

      ‘I’ll marry you just as soon as you can get it organised,’ she told him happily. ‘That was what I was waiting and hoping for. I didn’t want you to marry me unless you loved me.’

      Andreas did not let the grass grow under his feet. The relatives assembled to meet Hope that weekend extended their stay and got treated to a big splashy wedding in Athens. Hope’s grasp of the Greek language was finally revealed and much admired. Hope took centre stage in a pink off-the-shoulder dress and a bag in the shape of a lucky horseshoe. Vanessa acted as her bridesmaid. Ben attended with Chantal. The paparazzi turned out in large numbers but were prohibited any wedding pictures by tight security arrangements.

      The happy couple returned to Knightmere for their honeymoon because the bride did not feel up to anything more strenuous. When she lamented that truth, Andreas just laughed and reminded her that they had their whole lives in front of them.