Claiming The Drakos Heir. Jennifer Faye

him because he didn’t want any other interruptions. He needed to get through to Popi that whatever she had planned for the baby wasn’t going to happen.

      She moved toward the door. “I’m tired. It’s been a long day.”

      He moved in front of her. Having the entire evening alone, he’d formulated a plan. “I think you should move to Athens until the baby is born.”

      “Where I give birth is none of your concern. Now I’m going to bed. Good night, Mr. Drakos.”

      And without another word, she moved past him and entered the bungalow. The door slammed shut behind her.

      When he’d arrived on the island, he hadn’t known what to expect. It certainly hadn’t been this very determined, very frustrating woman. But he could be just as stubborn.

      He would not walk away from the baby—not like he walked away from his brother. He would be the man his brother wanted him to be. It was the least he could do.