Greek Mavericks: Seduced Into The Greek's World. Julia James

married her. The perks of the union were obvious. Her father had been dying, and he wanted to see her settled. He had offered the company and the estate as incentives to Leon, and had put a time frame on the union likely to make sure the two of them gave it an adequate enough try.

      All of that made sense. But she suddenly realized that she was the one who didn’t make sense. What had she been hoping for? What on earth had she possibly thought would come from all of this? Who did she imagine he was? That was the problem. All of it was imaginary.

      As she sat here in the library attempting to reconstruct who Leon was for his own sake, she realized just how much of the puzzle she was missing.

      It made her feel... It made her feel small. Selfish. As if she had only ever seen him as an object of fantasy, who lived and breathed to serve her girlish dreams.

      “Are you all right?” he asked.

      She blinked. “Yes. Do I not look all right?”

      “You look as though you have been hit across the face with a mackerel.”

      She tried to laugh. “Sorry. It’s just... I don’t actually know as much about you as I should. When confronted with the gaps in your memory I’m forced to examine the missing pieces of my knowledge.”

      He frowned. “I suppose I bear some part of the blame in that. If not most of it.”

      “I don’t think that’s true. I think in this case the fault is squarely mine.”

      “I cannot help you with it now. I don’t have answers to any of the questions.”

      “I don’t expect you to,” she said, feeling rather weak and pale.

      “I do know a few things,” he said, squaring his shoulders, his eyes taking on a determined glitter. That made her feel more at ease. That reminded her of the Leon she had always known.

      Sharp, determined, ever in command.

      “That’s reassuring,” she said.

      “I know that we are having dinner outside on the terrace tonight. And I know that it’s going to be Maine lobster. Which I know is your favorite.”

      “How exactly do you know that? You didn’t know what your favorite was only a few days ago.”

      It wasn’t really because of his memory loss that she found this strange. She wasn’t sure he had ever known her favorite foods.

      “I am fully capable of making inquiries. Probably better than I was just a week ago. My entire life has become dependent on answers, and in part, the quality of my questions. I did my best to rustle up some members of the staff so that I could figure some things out about you.”

      “You didn’t have to do that.” She felt slightly panicky. As though she was being given a gift that was entirely unearned.

      “I know I didn’t. But you are my wife. Not only that, you have been taking care of me ever since the accident.”

      “Not entirely. We’ve had a nurse on call. The doctor has been in constantly. I—”

      “Just knowing you were here has been invaluable.” He smiled and she felt it all the way down, deep. It made her stomach tighten, made her heart flutter. Why was it always like this?

      He extended his hand, his dark eyes meeting hers. She looked down at it as though it were a poisonous snake.

      “I’m leading you to lobster. Not to your doom,” he said.

      She hesitated, feeling very much like she didn’t deserve to touch him. Feeling very much like this was intended for a woman who didn’t exist. The devoted wife she wasn’t. The devoted wife she would be if Leon had any interest in being a husband in real life.

      Or she was overthinking it. This was just dinner. This was only his hand.

      She took a deep breath and wrapped her fingers around his. Lightning shot over the surface of her skin, crackling over her entire body, leaving her breathless, leaving her knees weak. She hadn’t touched him since the wedding. She hadn’t touched any man since then. She wasn’t entirely certain she had really touched anyone at all.

      Her father was gone. And even when he’d been here, he’d been spare on physical affection. All of her close friends, the ones she’d made in her two years of university while starting her history degree, had moved away. None of them were spending their twenties rotting in their parents’ estates. They had all moved to Manhattan, London, exciting places. They were all pursuing careers, or higher education. Bigger goals than clinging to good memories. They were out making new memories. And until this moment, until his skin touched hers, she didn’t realize how incredibly lonely she had become.

      She had no one to blame but herself.

      And this is why you’re leaving.

      She took a deep breath, trying to do her best to keep her reaction to him concealed. But then she made a terrible mistake. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, and what she saw there astonished her.

      His eyes weren’t blank. They weren’t flat. They were... They were molten. The heat there a perfect reflection of the fire that was rioting through her core.

      “Come on,” he said, his voice rough.

      She could do nothing but follow him. Which was terribly telling. Not just of this moment, but of the past fifteen years or so.

      And once they were outside, her breath caught in her throat, all of the sensations building in her chest, making it impossible for her to do anything but stand there and tremble. He was touching her. And right before them was a beautifully appointed table set for two, a candle at the center.

      It was like something that had been torn from her fantasies. Her girlish fantasies. When loving him had simply meant aspirations of sweet romance, holding hands and making sophisticated conversation.

      Back before she had realized that there was much more to the connection between men and women than candlelight and hand-holding.

      “Is something wrong?”

      She looked at him, at his fierce expression. There was an intensity behind his eyes that she couldn’t decode. All she knew was that she had waited most of her life to have him look at her like this. And for some reason he was looking at her this way now. She was... She was powerless to resist. Utterly and completely held captive by that look in his eyes.

      “Nothing’s wrong,” she lied, making her way across the expansive terrace and taking her seat at the table.

      She noticed then that Leon had a glass of water in front of his plate rather than wine. “I didn’t think you were on pain medication anymore,” she said.

      “I’m not. But as I’m not entirely certain what my relationship is to alcohol I decided it best to continue to abstain. I seem to have done all right without it in the past week. Why start now?”

      She nodded slowly. The truth was, Leon overindulged in everything. It was difficult to say what specifically he might have a problem with, and what specifically he just chose to indulge in to excess. But she was grateful that he was choosing to remain completely sober tonight. The idea of him being drunk and amnesiac made her feel far too much like the predator he had implied she might be when they had first left for the airport in Italy.

      “Oh. Well. Maybe I should drink something else then.”

      “You’re fine. It occurs to me that we’ve been talking rather a lot about me. I want to hear more about you, Rose. Because it isn’t only myself that I have forgotten about. I don’t remember anything about you.”

      Her heart was thundering hard, her throat suddenly dry. “I’m not sure that I’m a very interesting topic of conversation.”

      “I doubt there is anything more interesting to a man than the topic of his wife.”

      “We don’t... We don’t have that sort of relationship,” she