Modern Romance July 2019 Books 5-8. Jane Porter

dutiful, then.”

      “Elexis and I have different strengths.”

      “She likes parties.”

      “She would have enjoyed the reception, yes.”

      “And the photographers.”

      “The camera loves her.”

      “What did your father do to convince you to take your sister’s place?”

      Her brow creased. “Excuse me?”

      “Did he threaten you? Or was there a bribe involved? How did he get you to walk down the aisle and go through this whole...charade?”

      “It’s not a charade. I married you.” She paused, gathering herself. “Of my own volition.”

      “So you volunteered?”

      “No. I didn’t volunteer. This isn’t exactly a volunteer position.”

      He made a rough sound in the back of his throat and Kassiani calmly added, “But when my father presented me the...situation... I agreed that it was a problem and my family was indebted to you. It wouldn’t be right for the Dukases to humiliate you. So I agreed to take Elexis’s place so that the merger of businesses and families could still take place.”

      “Wasn’t there a saint named Kassiani?”

      “She was a hymnographer, not a virgin bride.”

      He gave her another long look. “I’m to be grateful the Dukas virgin has been forced onto me?”

      She winced but refused to dwell on his sarcasm. “You’re not being forced into anything. You can annul this afternoon’s ceremony. Tomorrow. The next day. The day after.” Her chin lifted. “As long as we don’t consummate the marriage, you’re free to annul this marriage at any time.”

      “Is that what you’re hoping I’ll do?”

      “No. I said vows today and I intend to keep them. It is my expectation that we’ll consummate the marriage tonight.”

      “And if I don’t feel like falling into bed with...you?”

      A lump filled her throat. She was aware of how disappointing she was as a woman. She could never compare, or compete, with Elexis. But she was still a woman and she had feelings. And hopes. And dreams. “I will do my best to make you want me.”

      The glance he shot her seemed laced with scorn and then he walked away from her, crossing the room to stand at the window, which faced the sea and the ancient Temple of Poseidon, which glowed golden in the setting sun. Tonight promised to be yet another spectacular sunset. Sunsets on Cape Sounio were the stuff of legends.

      “Perhaps we should just dispense with this farce now,” Damen said, his back still to her, his gaze fixed on the sea.

      “Perhaps,” she agreed serenely, grateful he couldn’t see her hard jaw and how hurt and frustration welled. “I won’t call you a coward if you do.”

      He turned suddenly, facing her. Temper blazed in his eyes. “I have done my part,” he gritted. “I invested in Dukas Shipping. I sorted out your father’s legal entanglements. I put aside my mistresses and waited patiently, celibately for your sister—”

      “That was obviously a mistake.”

      “You’re not helping your case, kitten.”

      “I don’t think anything can. Because surely you don’t want my sympathy, do you?” He didn’t answer and her firm chin rose higher. “Maybe you should’ve spent more time with your future bride to make sure she was the right bride.”

      “Your father assured me Elexis was the right bride.”

      “And there is the root of all our problems. You trusted my father.” Her full lips curved, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. “The world thinks you’re smarter than that.”

      He stiffened, his eyes narrowing. “That does not sound very complimentary for a daughter to say of the father.”

      “Or for a bride to say of her new husband—”

      “I wasn’t going to say it.”

      She shrugged, and plucked at yet another pearl on her gown. “I’m a realist, I always have been.” Kassiani drew a breath before continuing, her words cool and measured. “And I know who my family are. I know their strengths. I know their weaknesses.” Her eyebrows flattened, her expression turning pensive. “Personally, I would not have gone into business with them. And I certainly wouldn’t have climbed into bed with them. But you wanted the West Coast of North America. You wanted the ships and the ports and the agreements, and now you have them.”

      He walked back toward her, closing the distance with quiet, measured strides. Kassiani tried not to shrink as he stood directly before her, so tall that she had to tip her head back to see his face.

      “You do not think highly of me,” he said quietly.

      Her heart did a painful double beat even as something like desire curled in her belly. The butterflies were back, but they weren’t from fear. “I think you have underestimated the Dukas family.”

      “You didn’t answer my question.”

      She hesitated for a long moment before looking up into his eyes. “I wouldn’t marry a man I didn’t hold in high esteem.”

      He stared down at her for even longer. “I’m not much for parties, either. We’ll skip the reception and leave now.”

       CHAPTER TWO

      DAMEN LED HER down stairs at the back of the villa, the hidden nature of the staircase indicating they were for the staff, before exiting the villa through a plain door, arriving into the villa’s kitchen garden. They passed through herbs and fruit trees, and then turned left at an impressive beehive where they headed away from the orchard to a narrow path leading toward the water.

      The path led to steep narrow stairs, and once down the wooden staircase they reached a simple dock, where a speedboat waited.

      The driver of the boat offered her a hand in order to assist her into the boat, but Damen swept her into his arms and lifted her over the side, placing her inside on her feet.

      She swayed in her heels, and immediately found the nearest seat.

      Damen sat down opposite her and they were off, slowly at first and then picking up speed as they put distance between them and land.

      The wind grabbed at her veil and Kassiani gripped the edge of her seat with one hand and tried to control her heavy veil with the other. From the water she could see the estate and villa. The estate was large, and one of the oldest on this part of the Athenian coast. The villa had been built facing the water, ensuring every room a sweeping view of the turquoise sea and the Temple of Poseidon on the hill across the water.

      From their vantage point in the water, the garden glowed with soft golden white light, with fairy lights strung in trees, and candelabras glimmering on the two dozen tables, while chandeliers inside the house emphasized the high ceilings and striking architecture. From here, the wedding reception looked downright magical, and Kassiani felt a pang of regret—this wasn’t the wedding the guests had come for.

      She tried to imagine their reaction when they discovered that the bride and groom were gone. She wondered how the evening would even go. Would anyone stay for the dinner once they realized there was no bride and groom? Or would others linger and dine and drink and take advantage of the splendid setting? She couldn’t help thinking that there would be some who were grateful there would be no toasts, no speeches, no protracted dinner courses. And she was certain there were others, those who truly loved Damen, who would be confused, and worried.

      The wedding really turned out